Do you think that people have not talked about us? 
     Do they understand what makes them so gay? 
     Do they think they have invented what they see
     Do not seek too much
     Do not get angry.  Rarely laugh, and never weep
     Does not wish one to treat it with either timidity or brutality
     Does one ever forget? 
     Does one ever possess what one loves? 
     Doubt, the greatest misery of love
     Dreaded the monotonous regularity of conjugal life
     Dreams, instead of living
     Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed
     Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation
     Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged
     Each was moved with self-pity
     Each had regained freedom, but he did not like to be alone
     Each one knows what the other is about to say
     Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community
     Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness
     Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging
     Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything
     Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre
     Emotion when one does not share it
     Enough to be nobody’s unless I belong to him
     Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live
     Even those who do not love her desire to know her
     Every man is his own master in his choice of liaisons
     Every one keeps his holidays in his own way
     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
     Everybody knows about that
     Everywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation, and nullity
     Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! 
     Exaggerated dramatic pantomime
     Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen
     Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought
     Favorite and conclusive answer of his class—­“I know”
     Fawning duplicity
     Fear of losing a moment from business
     Felix culpa
     Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved
     Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent
     First impression is based upon a number of trifles
     Flayed and roasted alive by the critics
     Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects
     Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity)
     Fool who destroys his own happiness
     For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime
     Force itself, that mistress of the world
     Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life
     Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves
     Forget a dream and accept a reality
     Fortunate enough to keep those one loves
     Fortune sells what we