“Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief. [About Paris]”
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CHANGE in fashion is the tax which the industry of the poor levies on
the vanity of the rich.
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IT is an incontestable fact that there are in France seven million folk
who beg for alms, and another twelve millions who are too poor to give
them.
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THE nobility, say the nobles, is an intermediary between the king and
the people.... Precisely; just as the hound is the intermediary between
the huntsman and the hares.
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FRANCE is a country where it is often useful to exhibit one’s vices,
and invariably dangerous to exhibit one’s virtues.
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A FRIEND said to me _à propos_ of some ridiculous ministerial blunders:
“If it were not for the government, we should have nothing left to
laugh at in France.”
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IN France we leave unmolested those who set fire to the house and
persecute those who sound the alarm bell.
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PARIS is a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four fifths of the
inhabitants die of grief.
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WHEN princes condescend to emerge from their miserable systems of
etiquette it is never in favour of a man of merit, but of a wench or a
buffoon. When women forget themselves it is never for love of an honest
man but of a rascal. In short when people break the yoke of public
opinion, it is rarely to rise above it, nearly always to descend below
it.
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ONE must make choice between loving women and knowing them; there is no
middle course.
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NATURALISTS tell us that in all animal species degeneration begins
in the female. In civilised society philosophers can apply this
observation to morals.
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APPARENTLY nature, in giving man an absolutely irradicable taste for
women, must have foreseen that, without this precaution, the contempt
inspired by the vices of their sex, vanity in particular, would be a
great obstacle to the maintenance and propagation of the human species.
“It is easier to make certain things legal than to make them legitimate”
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THE majority of our social institutions seem to have as object the
maintenance of man in a mediocrity of ideas and emotions, which renders
him best fitted to govern or be governed.
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THERE is no man who can be by himself alone so contemptible as a body
of men, and there is no body of men that can be so contemptible as the
public at large.
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IT may be argued that every public idea, every accepted convention, is
a piece of stupidity, for has it not commended itself to the greatest
number?
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THE public is governed as it reasons. It is its right to say foolish
things, as it is that of the ministers to do them.
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A CERTAIN witty advocate remarked: “One would risk being disgusted if
one saw politics, justice, and one’s dinner in the making.”
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’TIS easier to make certain things legal than to make them legitimate.
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EXPERIENCE which enlightens private persons corrupts princes and
officials.
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HAD any one told Adam, on the day following the death of Abel, that
some centuries later there would be places where, in an enclosure of
twelve square miles, seven or eight hundred thousand people would be
concentrated, piled one upon another, do you imagine he would have
believed it possible that such multitudes could ever live together?
Would he not have conceived an idea of the crimes and monstrosities
that would be committed under such conditions much more terrible than
the reality has proved? This is a point we ought to bear in mind, as
a consolation for the drawbacks of these extraordinary assemblages of
human beings.
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WERE a historian like Tacitus to write a history of the best of our
kings, giving an exact account of all the tyrannical acts and abuses
of authority, the majority of which lie buried in the profoundest
obscurity, there would be few reigns which would not inspire us with
the same horror as that of Tiberius.
“Chance is a nickname of Providence”
But the moral world seems rather the production of a crazy fiend’s
caprices.
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WHEN I hear it argued that, taking everything into account, the least
sensitive folk are the happiest, I remember the Indian proverb: “Better
to be seated than standing, better to be lying than seated, but better
than all else to be dead.”
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LIVING is a disease from the pains of which sleep eases us every
sixteen hours; sleep is but a palliative, death alone is the cure.
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TIME diminishes for us the intensity of _absolute_ pleasures, to use
the metaphysician’s term, but apparently it increases _relative_
pleasures; and I suspect that this is the artifice by which nature is
able to attach men to life after the loss of the objects or pleasures
which most rendered it agreeable.
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SOME ONE described Providence as the baptismal name of chance; no doubt
some pious person will retort that chance is the nickname of Providence.
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M. ---- said to me, _à propos_ of his constant offences against
digestion, and of the pleasures in which he indulged--the only
obstacles to his regaining his health: “I should be marvellously well
if it were not for myself.”
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NATURE seems to make use of men for the accomplishment of her designs
without concerning herself about her instruments, like tyrants who rid
themselves of those who have been of service to them.
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THERE is no need to regard Burrhus as an absolutely virtuous man; he is
only so, contrasted with Narcissus. Seneca and Burrhus are the honest
men of an age in which there are none.
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IN order to sum up in a single word the rarity of honest folk, a friend
remarked to me that in society the honest man is a variety of the
human species.
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I USED to know a misanthrope who in his good-humoured moments would
say: “I should not be at all surprised if there were an honest man
hidden away in some corner without any one knowing of him.
“Society is composed of two great classes: those who have more dinners than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners”
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THERE is no history worthy attention save that of free nations; the
history of nations under the sway of despotism is no more than a
collection of anecdotes.
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WILL it be believed that despotism has its partizans on the ground of
the necessity for encouraging the fine arts? The brilliancy of the
reign of Louis XIV. has to an incredible extent multiplied the number
of those who think thus. According to them the crowning glory of all
human society is to have fine tragedies, fine comedies and other works
of art. There are those who willingly forgive all the evil wrought by
priests, since without the priests we should not have had the comedy of
_Tartuffe_.
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WHAT is a cardinal? He is a priest clad in scarlet, who receives a
hundred thousand crowns from the king, to flout him in the name of the
pope.
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SOCIETY is composed of two great classes--those who have more dinners
than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners.
* * * * *
CHANGE in fashion is the tax which the industry of the poor levies on
the vanity of the rich.
* * * * *
IT is an incontestable fact that there are in France seven million folk
who beg for alms, and another twelve millions who are too poor to give
them.
* * * * *
THE nobility, say the nobles, is an intermediary between the king and
the people.... Precisely; just as the hound is the intermediary between
the huntsman and the hares.
* * * * *
FRANCE is a country where it is often useful to exhibit one’s vices,
and invariably dangerous to exhibit one’s virtues.
* * * * *
A FRIEND said to me _à propos_ of some ridiculous ministerial blunders:
“If it were not for the government, we should have nothing left to
laugh at in France.”
* * * * *
IN France we leave unmolested those who set fire to the house and
persecute those who sound the alarm bell.
“There are well-dressed foolish ideas, just as there are well-dressed fools”
”
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SOCIETY, what people call the world, is nothing more than the war
of a thousand petty opposed interests, an eternal strife of all the
vanities, which, turn in turn wounded and humiliated one by the other,
intercross, come into collision, and on the morrow expiate the triumph
of the eve in the bitterness of defeat. To live alone, to remain
unjostled in this miserable struggle, where for a moment one draws the
eyes of the spectators, to be crushed a moment later--this is what is
called being a nonentity, having no existence. Poor humanity!
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WHAT makes the success of many books consists in the affinity there is
between the mediocrity of the author’s ideas and those of the public.
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THE majority of the books of our time give one the impression of having
been manufactured in a day out of books read the day before.
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THERE are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed
fools.
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IT is when their age of passions is past that great men produce their
masterpieces, just as it is after volcanic eruptions that the soil is
most fertile.
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THE tragic drama has the great moral drawback of attaching too high an
importance to life and death.
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SPERON-SPERONI admirably explains how it is that an author who, in
his own opinion, delivers himself clearly, is sometimes obscure to
his reader. “It is because,” he says, “the author proceeds from the
thought to the expression, the reader from the expression to the
thought.”
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A MAN is not clever simply because he has many ideas, just as he is not
necessarily a good general because he has many soldiers.
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A POETASTER asked Chamfort’s opinion on a couplet. “Excellent,” he
said, “were it not for its length.
“Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.”
“Pleasure may come from illusion, but happiness can come only of reality.”
“A woman is like your shadow - follow her, she flies; fly from her, she follows”
“The contemplative life is often miserable. One must act more, think less, and not watch oneself live.”
“There are two things that one must get used to or one will find life unendurable: the damages of time and injustices of men.”
“The world either breaks or hardens the heart”
“In love, everything is true, everything is false; it is the one subject on which one cannot express an absurdity”
“Passions make men live, knowledge merely makes them last”
“The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed”
“I would say of metaphysicians what Scaliger said of the Basques: they are said to understand each other, but I do not believe it”
“The success of many books is due to the affinity between the mediocrity of the authors ideas and those of the public”
“The most thoroughly wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed.”
“It is commonly supposed that the art of pleasing is a wonderful aid in the pursuit of fortune; but the art of being bored is infinitely more successful.”
“Love, in present-day society, is just the exchange of two imaginary pictures, and the contact of one epidermis with another.”
“Preoccupation with money is the great test of small natures, but only a small test of great ones.”