which the Church excuses
     There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil
     There is nothing good except to ignore and to forget
     There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can’t tell
     There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter
     There are two different men in you
     These are things that one admits only to himself
     These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm
     They tremble while they threaten
     They loved not as you love, eh? 
     They had only one aim, one passion—­to enjoy themselves
     They are the coffin saying:  ‘I am the cradle’
     They have believed me incapable because I was kind
     Thinking it better not to lie on minor points
     This popular favor is a cup one must drink
     This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV
     This unending warfare we call love
     Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing
     Those who have outlived their illusions
     Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night
     Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed
     Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures
     Ties which unite parents to children are broken
     Timidity of a night-bird that is made to fly in the day
     Tired smile of those who have not long to live
     To make a will is to put one foot into the grave
     To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command
     To love is a great deal—­To know how to love is everything
     To be able to smoke a cigar without being sick
     To be beautiful, must a woman have that thin form
     To be your own guide doubles your pleasure
     Toast and white wine (for breakfast)
     Too prudent to risk or gain much
     Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time
     Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process
     Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck
     True talent paints life rather than the living
     Truth is easily found.  I shall read all the newspapers
     Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True
     Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush)
     Trying to make Therese admire what she did not know
     Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget
     Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation
     Umbrellas, like black turtles under the watery skies
     Unable to speak, for each word would have been a sob
     Unfortunate creature who is the plaything of life
     “Unhappy man!” she cried, “you will never know how to love”
     Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence
     Unqualified for happiness
     Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed
     Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women)
     Urbain Grandier
     Vague hope came over him that all would come right
     Very young, and was