What a number of hearty kisses you might have brought about with all these sous, and, in consequence, what a sprinkling with the watering-pot for the little plant you wot of.

“But then what is to become of the redemption of the little Chinese?”

We will think of this later; we must first know how to love our own before we are able to love those of others.

No doubt, this is brutal and egotistical, but you can not alter it; it is out of small faults that you build up great virtues.  And, after all, do not grumble, this very vanity is the foundation stone of that great monument—­at present still propped up by scaffolding—­which is called Society.

     ETEXT editor’s bookmarks: 

     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
     He Would Have Been Forty Now
     How many things have not people been proud of
     I am not wandering through life, I am marching on
     I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us
     I would give two summers for a single autumn
     In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own
     It (science) dreams, too; it supposes
     Learned to love others by embracing their own children
     Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded
     Man is but one of the links of an immense chain
     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
     The future promises, it is the present that pays
     The future that is rent away
     The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime
     Their love requires a return
     Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed
     Ties which unite parents to children are broken
     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

     ETEXT editor’s bookmarks for the entire monsieur, madame and Bebe: 

     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