SERGE PANINE

A man weeps with difficulty before a womanA uniform is the only garb which can hidepoverty honorablyAntagonism to plutocracy and hatred ofaristocratsBecause they moved, they thought they wereprogressingCowardly in trouble as he had been insolentin prosperityEnough to be nobody's unless I belong to himEven those who do not love her desire toknow herEverywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation,and nullityFlayed and roasted alive by the criticsForget a dream and accept a realityHard workers are pitiful loversHe lost his time, his money, his hair, hisillusionsHe was very unhappy at being misunderstoodHeed that you lose not in dignity what you gainin revengeI thought the best means of being loved wereto deserve itI don't pay myself with wordsImplacable self-interest which is the law ofthe worldIn life it is only nonsense that iscommon-senseIs a man ever poor when he has two arms?Is it by law only that you wish to keep me?It was a relief when they rose from the tableMen of pleasure remain all their livesmediocre workersMoney troubles are not mortalMy aunt is jealous of me because I am aman of ideasNegroes, all but monkeys!Nothing that provokes laughter more than adisappointed loverOne amuses one's self at the risk of dyingPatience, should he encounter a dull pagehere or thereRomanticism still ferments beneath thevarnish of NaturalismSacrifice his artistic leanings to popularcapriceScarcely was one scheme launched when anotheridea occurredShe would have liked the world to be in mourningSuffering is a human law; the world is an arenaTalk with me sometimes.  You will not chattertrivialitiesThe guilty will not feel your blows, but theinnocentThe uncontested power which money bringsThey had only one aim, one passion--to enjoythemselvesUnqualified for happinessWe had taken the dream of a day for eternalhappinessWhat is a man who remains uselessWithout a care or a cross, he grew wearylike a prisonerYou are talking too much about it to besincere