A man weeps with difficulty before a woman Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred of aristocrats Enough to be nobody's unless I belong to him Even those who do not love her desire to know her Flayed and roasted alive by the critics Hard workers are pitiful lovers He lost his time, his money, his hair, his illusions He was very unhappy at being misunderstood I thought the best means of being loved were to deserve it Men of pleasure remain all their lives mediocre workers My aunt is jealous of me because I am a man of ideas Negroes, all but monkeys! Patience, should he encounter a dull page here or there Romanticism still ferments beneath the varnish of Naturalism Sacrifice his artistic leanings to popular caprice Unqualified for happiness You are talking too much about it to be sincere SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V2 [IM#02][im02b10.txt]3915 A uniform is the only garb which can hide poverty honorably Forget a dream and accept a reality I don't pay myself with words Implacable self-interest which is the law of the world In life it is only nonsense that is common-sense Is a man ever poor when he has two arms? Is it by law only that you wish to keep me? Nothing that provokes laughter more than a disappointed lover Suffering is a human law; the world is an arena The uncontested power which money brings We had taken the dream of a day for eternal happiness What is a man who remains useless SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V3 [IM#03][im03b10.txt]3916 Because they moved, they thought they were progressing Everywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation, and nullity It was a relief when they rose from the table Money troubles are not mortal One amuses one's self at the risk of dying Scarcely was one scheme launched when another idea occurred Talk with me sometimes. You will not chatter trivialities They had only one aim, one passion--to enjoy themselves Without a care or a cross, he grew weary like a prisoner SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V4 [IM#04][im04b10.txt]3917 Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolent in prosperity Heed that you lose not in dignity what you gain in revenge She would have liked the world to be in mourning The guilty will not feel your blows, but the innocent THE ENTIRE SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET [IM#05][im05b10.txt]3918