Year: 1873

You were night to be safe and sure.
Ielle est Ia vie tele est Ia vie!
You are IKE the rest OF tLem belle Mart!
! have always thought tar better Of those
whom hated than they deserved.
The poor wretches Of today can accom-
| plish but little against him who possesses
lie watchword OF the future.


Poetry, much as love it, was ever 20 me
but sacred plaything, or blessed means to
heavenly end.
When the son Of Esculapius does not
know wha: to do with his patient lie sends
him to the springs with a long medical
opinion on his case, which. after all, is
nothing more than an open letter Of recon-
mendation to chance.


You should only attempt to borrow from
those whs have but few Of this worlds
goods, as their chests are not OF iron, and
they are, besides, anxious to appear
Weather than they really are.


While we are indifferent to our good
qualities, we keep on deceiving ourselves in
regard to our faults, until we, at last, come
to look upon them as virtues.


God has given us speech in order that we
may say pleasant things to our friends and
tell bitter truths to our enemies.


He that does not 60 as far as his heart
urges and his mind directs is coward; he
who goes further than he intended is a
slave.


Mark this well, ye proud men of action !!
Ye are, after all, nothing but unconscious
instruments of the men Of thought.


In these times we fight for ideas, and
newspapers are our fortresses.


Weathercocks rely on their well-known
talent for variety of motion, they do not
fear the widest storms, because they know
how to turn with the ightest breeze. But
do not forget that, despite your windy YER
satility, you will have pitiful fall if the
steeple on whose point you are fixed
should tumble.


1t is erroneous to suppose that a woman
has ceased to love him whom she betrays.


If all Europe were to become prison,
America would still present loophole of
escape, and, God be praised that loophole
is larger than the dungeon itself.


German simplicity still regards rudeness
as mark Of courage and honesty, although
a peep into our prisons would suffice to
show that there are rude rascaIs "a we'll as
rude towards.


"Papa," exclaimed little Carlist, "who
is the dirty-looking woman with the red
cap" ut is the Goddess of Liberty" was
the answer. But, papa, she has not even
chemise." "A real Goddess of Liberty,
my dear child, rarely uses chemise, and
is, on that account, the more embittered
against those who do wear clean hnen."


In France couragei is polite and well Bred
and honesty wears gloves and lifts it's hat


The propaganda of communism possesses
a language which every people can under
stand. Its elements are simply hunger,
envy, death.


Where the woman stops the bad man
begins.


A woman's modesty defends her virtue
more securely than all the clothes in the
world would do. were they cut ever 60
little at the neck.


In art. form is everything; matter moth
ing.


The artist is the child in the popular
fable, every one Of whose tears was pearl.
All! the world, that cruel step-mother,
beats the poor child the harder to make
him shed more pearls.


The poet can dispense with the dogmas
of positive belief tar more easily than other
mortals. He possesses grace, and the sym
bolism of heaven and earth is revealed to
his spirit without the need of the church
key.


Literary history is the great morgue
where all seek the dead ones whom they
love, or to whom they are related.


Sentimentalism is materialism in despair.


Reason is, SO to say, the police of the
kingdom Of art, seeking only to preserve
order. In life itself cold arithmetican
who adds up our follies. Sometimes. alas
only the accountant in bankruptcy of a
broken heart.


The critics Judgment IS of little value
when his eyes are bedimmed with tears.


When religion can no longer burn Gs at
the stake she comes to us begging. But all
our gifts bring her but little gain.


Are we not, all OF us, crusaders, who,
after all cur hard fought battles bu. conquer
a grave.


Thought is invisible nature-nature is
visible thought.


Jests-brain fleas that jump about among
the slum herring IDEAS