That must be fine, for I don't understand a word.
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.
Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.