THE INK STAIN

By Rene Bazin

All that a name is to a street--its
honor, its spouse
Came not in single spies, but in
battalions
Distrust first impulse
Felix culpa
Happy men don't need company
Hard that one can not live one's life
over twice
He always loved to pass for being
overwhelmed with work
I don't call that fishing
If trouble awaits us, hope will steal
us a happy hour or two
Lends--I should say gives
Men forget sooner
Natural only when alone, and talk well
only to themselves
Obstacles are the salt of all our joys
One doesn't offer apologies to a man in
his wrath
People meeting to "have it out" usually
say nothing at first
Silence, alas! is not the reproof of
kings alone
Skilful actor, who apes all the
emotions while feeling none
Sorrows shrink into insignificance as
the horizon broadens
Surprise goes for so much in what we
admire
The very smell of books is improving
The looks of the young are always full
of the future
There are some blunders that are lucky;
but you can't tell
To be your own guide doubles your
pleasure
You a law student, while our farmers
are in want of hands
You must always first get the tobacco
to burn evenly
You ask Life for certainties, as if she
had any to give you

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