Vulgar words in Widger's Quotations from Project Gutenberg Edition of French Immortals Series (Page 1)

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AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ, V3 [IM#12][im12b10.txt]3925 Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up He Would Have Been Forty Now How many things have not people been proud of I am not wandering through life, I am marching on I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I would give two summers for a single autumn In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes Learned to love others by embracing their own children Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage The future promises, it is the present that pays The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime Their love requires a return Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties which unite parents to children are broken To love is a great deal--To know how to love is everything We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are When time has softened your grief THE ENTIRE MM.

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AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ [IM#13][im13b10.txt]3926 A ripe husband, ready to fall from the tree Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up Answer "No," but with a little kiss which means "Yes" As regards love, intention and deed are the same But she thinks she is affording you pleasure Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great relief of his two arms Do not seek too much Emotion when one does not share it First impression is based upon a number of trifles He Would Have Been Forty Now Hearty laughter which men affect to assist digestion How many things have not people been proud of How rich we find ourselves when we rummage in old drawers Husband who loves you and eats off the same plate is better I would give two summers for a single autumn I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I came here for that express purpose I am not wandering through life, I am marching on Ignorant of everything, undesirous of learning anything In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes It is silly to blush under certain circumstances Learned to love others by embracing their own children Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Love in marriage is, as a rule, too much at his ease Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Rather do not give--make yourself sought after Reckon yourself happy if in your husband you find a lover Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past The heart requires gradual changes The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime The future promises, it is the present that pays Their love requires a return There are pious falsehoods which the Church excuses Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties which unite parents to children are broken To be able to smoke a cigar without being sick To love is a great deal--To know how to love is everything We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are When time has softened your grief Why mankind has chosen to call marriage a man-trap PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE, V1 [IM#14][im14b10.txt]3927 A man's life belongs to his duty, and not to his happiness All defeats have their geneses Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves One of those beings who die, as they have lived, children Playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness The Hungarian was created on horseback There were too many discussions, and not enough action Would not be astonished at anything You suffer?

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Amusements they offered were either wearisome or repugnant An hour of rest between two ordeals, a smile between two sobs Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up And they are shoulders which ought to be seen And when love is sure of itself and knows response Anonymous, that velvet mask of scandal-mongers Answer "No," but with a little kiss which means "Yes" Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred of aristocrats Anti-Semitism is making fearful progress everywhere Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Are we then bound to others only by the enforcement of laws Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few As Homer says, "smiling under tears" As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words As regards love, intention and deed are the same Assume with others the mien they wore toward him At every step the reality splashes you with mud Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Because they moved, they thought they were progressing Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Believing themselves irresistible Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Brilliancy of a fortune too new Brought them up to poverty Bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face But she thinks she is affording you pleasure But how avenge one's self on silence?

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