her arms are like chains
Yes, we are in the way here
M.M. AND BEBE, By Gustave Droz
A ripe husband, ready to fall from the
tree
Affection is catching
All babies are round, yielding, weak,
timid, and soft
And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall
then be grown up
Answer "No," but with a little kiss
which means "Yes"
As regards love, intention and deed are
the same
But she thinks she is affording you
pleasure
Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great
relief of his two arms
Do not seek too much
Emotion when one does not share it
First impression is based upon a number
of trifles
He Would Have Been Forty Now
Hearty laughter which men affect to
assist digestion
How many things have not people been
proud of
How rich we find ourselves when we
rummage in old drawers
Husband who loves you and eats off the
same plate is better
I would give two summers for a single
autumn
I do not accept the hypothesis of a
world made for us
I came here for that express purpose
I am not wandering through life, I am
marching on
Ignorant of everything, undesirous of
learning anything
In his future arrange laurels for a
little crown for your own
It (science) dreams, too; it supposes
It is silly to blush under certain
circumstances
Learned to love others by embracing
their own children
Life is not so sweet for us to risk
ourselves in it singlehanded
Love in marriage is, as a rule, too
much at his ease
Man is but one of the links of an
immense chain
Rather do not give--make yourself
sought after
Reckon yourself happy if in your
husband you find a lover
Recollection of past dangers to
increase the present joy
Respect him so that he may respect you
Shelter himself in the arms of the weak
and recover courage
Sometimes like to deck the future in
the garments of the past
The heart requires gradual changes
The future that is rent away
The recollection of that moment lasts
for a lifetime
The future promises, it is the present
that pays
Their love requires a return
There are pious falsehoods which the
Church excuses
Ties that unite children to parents are
unloosed
Ties which unite parents to children
are broken
To be able to smoke a cigar without
being sick
To love is a great deal--To know how to
love is everything
We are simple to this degree, that we
do not think we are
When time has softened your grief
Why mank
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