ZIBELINE

All that was illogical in our socialcodeAmbiguity has no place, nor hascompromiseBut if this is our supreme farewell, donot tell me so!Chain so light yesterday, so heavy to-dayEvery man is his own master in hischoice of liaisonsIf I do not give all I give nothingIndulgence of which they stand in needthemselvesLife goes on, and that is less gay thanthe storiesMen admired her; the women sought somepoint to criticiseOnly a man, wavering and changeableOstensibly you sit at the feast withoutpaying the costParis has become like a little countrytown in its gossipThe night brings counselTheir Christian charity did not extendso far as thatThere are mountains that we never climbbut onceYou are in a conquered country, whichis still more dangerous