ZIBELINE, By Phillipe de Massa
All that was illogical in our social
code
Ambiguity has no place, nor has
compromise
But if this is our supreme farewell,
do not tell me so!
Chain so light yesterday, so heavy
to-day
Every man is his own master in his
choice of liaisons
If I do not give all I give nothing
Indulgence of which they stand in need
themselves
Life goes on, and that is less gay than
the stories
Men admired her; the women sought some
point to criticise
Only a man, wavering and changeable
Ostensibly you sit at the feast without
paying the cost
Paris has become like a little country
town in its gossip
The night brings counsel
Their Christian charity did not extend
so far as that
There are mountains that we never climb
but once
You are in a conquered country, which
is still more dangerous