Accustomed to hide what I think
     Adieu, my son, I love you and I die
     Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one
     Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men
     Affectation of indifference
     Affection is catching
     Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things
     All that a name is to a street—­its honor, its spouse
     All that was illogical in our social code
     All that he said, I had already thought
     All that is not life, it is the noise of life
     All philosophy is akin to atheism
     All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft
     All defeats have their geneses
     Always to mistake feeling for evidence
     Always smiling condescendingly
     Always the first word which is the most difficult to say
     Ambiguity has no place, nor has compromise
     Ambition is the saddest of all hopes
     Ambroise Pare:  ‘I tend him, God cures him!’
     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