never having herself anything to say
     Take their levity for heroism
     Taken the times as they are
     Talk with me sometimes.  You will not chatter trivialities
     Tears for the future
     Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings
     Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me
     Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings
     That suffering which curses but does not pardon
     That you can aid them in leading better lives? 
     That if we live the reason is that we hope
     That sort of cold charity which is called altruism
     That absurd and generous fury for ownership
     The bandage love ties over the eyes of men
     The future promises, it is the present that pays
     The discouragement which the irreparable gives
     The heart requires gradual changes
     The future that is rent away
     The most radical breviary of scepticism since Montaigne
     The door of one’s room opens on the infinite
     The very smell of books is improving
     The looks of the young are always full of the future
     The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime
     The worst husband is always better than none
     The past is the only human reality—­Everything that is, is past
     The man in power gives up his peace
     The happiness of the wise man costs but little
     The history of good people is often monotonous or painful
     The one whom you will love and who will love you will harm you
     The women have enough religion for the men
     The violent pleasure of losing
     The poor must pay for all their enjoyments
     The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France
     The real support of a government is the Opposition
     The politician never should be in advance of circumstances
     The uncontested power which money brings
     The strong walk alone because they need no one
     The leaves fall! the leaves fall! 
     The guilty will not feel your blows, but the innocent
     The forests have taught man liberty
     The ease with which he is forgotten
     The Hungarian was created on horseback
     The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him
     The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions
     The night brings counsel
     The sincere age when one thinks aloud
     The groom isn’t handsome, but the bride’s as pretty as a picture
     Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that
     Their love requires a return
     There are many grand and strong things which you do not feel
     There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas
     There are some men who never have had any childhood
     There were too many discussions, and not enough action
     There are mountains that we never climb but once
     There are pious falsehoods