Accustomed to hide what I think Amusements they offered were either wearisome or repugnant Consoled himself with one of the pious commonplaces Dreaded the monotonous regularity of conjugal life Fawning duplicity Had not been spoiled by Fortune's gifts How small a space man occupies on the earth Hypocritical grievances I am not in the habit of consulting the law I measure others by myself It does not mend matters to give way like that Like all timid persons, he took refuge in a moody silence More disposed to discover evil than good Nature's cold indifference to our sufferings Never is perfect happiness our lot Opposing his orders with steady, irritating inertia Others found delight in the most ordinary amusements Plead the lie to get at the truth Sensitiveness and disposition to self- blame The ease with which he is forgotten There are some men who never have had any childhood Those who have outlived their illusions Timidity of a night-bird that is made to fly in the day To make a will is to put one foot into the grave Toast and white wine (for breakfast) Vague hope came over him that all would come right Vexed, act in direct contradiction to their own wishes Women: they are more bitter than death Yield to their customs, and not pooh- pooh their amusements You have considerable patience for a lover You must be pleased with yourself--that is more essential
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