A man never should kneel unless sure of
rising a conqueror
A defensive attitude is never agreeable
to a man
Bad to fear the opinion of people one
despises
Believing that it is for virtue's sake
alone such men love them
Camors refused, hesitated, made
objections, and consented
Confounding progress with discord,
liberty with license
Contempt for men is the beginning of
wisdom
Cried out, with the blunt candor of his
age
Dangers of liberty outweighed its
benefits
Demanded of him imperatively—the time
of day
Determined to cultivate ability rather
than scrupulousness
Disenchantment which follows possession
Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and
never weep
Every one is the best judge of his own
affairs
Every road leads to Rome—and one as
surely as another
Every cause that is in antagonism with
its age commits suicide
God—or no principles!
Have not that pleasure, it is useless
to incur the penalties
He is charming, for one always feels in
danger near him
Inconstancy of heart is the special
attribute of man
Intemperance of her zeal and the
acrimony of her bigotry
Knew her danger, and, unlike most of
them, she did not love it
Man, if he will it, need not grow old:
the lion must
Never can make revolutions with gloves
on
Once an excellent remedy, is a
detestable regimen
One of those pious persons who always
think evil
Pleasures of an independent code of
morals
Police regulations known as religion
Principles alone, without faith in some
higher sanction
Property of all who are strong enough
to stand it
Put herself on good terms with God, in
case He should exist
'Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one
has his madness)
Slip forth from the common herd, my
son, think for yourself
Suspicion that he is a feeble human
creature after all!
There will be no more belief in Christ
than in Jupiter
Ties that become duties where we only
sought pleasures
Truth is easily found. I shall read
all the newspapers
Two persons who desired neither to
remember nor to forget
Whether in this world one must be a
fanatic or nothing
Whole world of politics and religion
rushed to extremes
With the habit of thinking, had not
lost the habit of laughing
You can not make an omelette without
first breaking the eggs
THE RED LILY, By Anatole France
A woman is frank when she does not lie
uselessly
A hero must be human. Napoleon was
human
Anti-Semitism is making fearful
progress everywhere
Brilliancy of a fortune too new
Curious to know her face of that day
Disappointed her to escape the danger
she had feared
Do you think that people have not
talked about us?
Does not wish one to treat it with
either timidity or brutality
Does one ever possess what one loves?
Each had regained freedom, but he did
not like to be alone
Each was moved with self-pity
Everybody knows about that
Fringe which makes an unlovely border
to the city
Gave value to her affability by not
squandering it
He could not imagine that often words
are the same as actions
He studied until the last moment
He is not intelligent enough to doubt
He does not bear ill-will to those whom
he persecutes
He knew now the divine malady of love
Her husband had become quite bearable
His habit of pleasing had prolonged his
youth
(Housemaid) is trained to respect my
disorder
I love myself because you love me
I can forget you only when I am with
you
I wished to spoil our past
I feel in them (churches) the grandeur
of nothingness
I have to pay for the happiness you
give me
I gave myself to him because he loved
me
I haven't a taste, I have tastes
I have known things which I know no
more
I do not desire your friendship
Ideas they think superior to love—
faith, habits, interests
Immobility of time
Impatient at praise which was not
destined for himself
Incapable of conceiving that one might
talk without an object
It was torture for her not to be able
to rejoin him
It is an error to be in the right too
soon
It was too late: she did not wish to
win
Jealous without having the right to be
jealous
Kisses and caresses are the effort of
a delightful despair
Knew that life is not worth so much
anxiety nor so much hope
Laughing in every wrinkle of his face
Learn to live without desire
Let us give to men irony and pity as
witnesses and judges
Life as a whole is too vast and too
remote
Life is made up of just such trifles
Life is not a great thing
Little that we can do when we are
powerful
Love is a soft and terrible force, more
powerful than beauty
Love was only a brief intoxication
Lovers never separate kindly
Made life give all it could yield
Magnificent air of those beggars of
whom small towns are proud
Miserable beings who contribute to the
grandeur of the past
Nobody troubled himself about that
originality
None but fools resisted the current
Not everything is known, but everything
is said
Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as
to deceive pain
One would think that the wind would put
them out: the stars
One who first thought of pasting a
canvas on a panel
One is never kind when one is in love
One should never leave the one whom one
loves
Picturesquely ugly
Recesses of her mind which she
preferred not to open
Relatives whom she did not know and who
irritated her
Seemed to him that men were grains in a
coffee-mill
She pleased society by appearing to
find pleasure in it
She is happy, since she likes to
remember
Should like better to do an immoral
thing than a cruel one
Simple people who doubt neither
themselves nor others
Since she was in love, she had lost
prudence
So well satisfied with his reply that
he repeated it twice
Superior men sometimes lack cleverness
That sort of cold charity which is
called altruism
That if we live the reason is that we
hope
That absurd and generous fury for
ownership
The most radical breviary of scepticism
since Montaigne
The door of one's room opens on the
infinite
The past is the only human reality—
Everything that is, is past
The one whom you will love and who will
love you will harm you
The violent pleasure of losing
The discouragement which the
irreparable gives
The real support of a government is the
Opposition
The politician never should be in
advance of circumstances
There is nothing good except to ignore
and to forget
There are many grand and strong things
which you do not feel
They are the coffin saying: 'I am the
cradle'
To be beautiful, must a woman have that
thin form
Trying to make Therese admire what she
did not know
Umbrellas, like black turtles under the
watery skies
Unfortunate creature who is the
plaything of life
Was I not warned enough of the sadness
of everything?
We are too happy; we are robbing life
What will be the use of having
tormented ourselves in this world
Whether they know or do not know, they
talk
Women do not always confess it, but it
is always their fault
You must take me with my own soul!