keep those one loves
     God forgive the timid and the prattler! 
     Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent
     Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment
     He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity
     He almost regretted her
     How sad these old memorics are in the autumn
     Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody
     Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes
     It was all delightfully terrible! 
     Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant
     Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them
     My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure
     Never travel when the heart is troubled! 
     Not more honest than necessary
     Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him
     Paint from nature
     Poor France of Jeanne d’Arc and of Napoleon
     Redouble their boasting after each defeat
     Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood
     Take their levity for heroism
     Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings
     The leaves fall! the leaves fall! 
     The sincere age when one thinks aloud
     Tired smile of those who have not long to live
     Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck
     Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence
     Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women)
     Very young, and was in love with love
     Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart
     Were certain against all reason
     When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about

COSMOPOLIS

By Paul Bourget

With a Preface by Jules Lemaitre, of the French academy,

PAUL BOURGET

Born in Amiens, September 2, 1852, Paul Bourget was a pupil at the Lycee Louis le Grand, and then followed a course at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes, intending to devote himself to Greek philology.  He, however, soon gave up linguistics for poetry, literary criticism, and fiction.  When yet a very young man, he became a contributor to various journals and reviews, among others to the ’Revue des deux Mondes, La Renaissance, Le Parlement, La Nouvelle Revue’, etc.  He has since given himself up almost exclusively to novels and fiction, but it is necessary to mention here that he also wrote poetry.  His poetical works comprise:  ’Poesies (1872-876), La Vie Inquiete (1875), Edel (1878), and Les Aveux (1882)’.