Great Throughts Treasury

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Pierre-Jean de BĂ©ranger

French Poet and Songwriter

"Paradise is open to all kind hearts."

"It is better to decide a difference between enemies than friends, for one of our friends will certainly become an enemy and one of our enemies a friend."

"A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows."

"When in our days Religion is made a political engine, she exposes herself to having her sacred character forgotten. The most tolerant become intolerant towards her. Believers, who believe something else besides what she teaches, retaliate by attacking her in the very sanctuary itself."

"To excel is to live."

"Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!"

"And in the years he reigned; through all the country wide, there was no cause for weeping, save when the good man died."

"Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show, their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow."

"Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!"

"Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home."

"In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he, Content with the present whate'er it may be, While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he, "I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!" What a gay little man in gray."

"In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English."

"Our friends, the enemy."

"Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! For me her constant flame appears; The garland she hath culled, I wear On brows bald since my thirty years. Ye veils that deck my loved one rare, Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh. Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! And I, so plain a man am I!"