Allegory of the Misusu of Worldly Propoerty: Death with an Arrow about to Strike the Man down (aft. HEEMSKERCK)

Allegory of the Misusu of Worldly Propoerty: Man and Devil Filling Sack with Money and Setting up a Statue of Hope (aft. HEEMSKERCK)

Allegory of the Misusu of Worldly Propoerty: Beardless Youth Standing to Right of Devil at an Easel (aft. HEEMSKERCK)

Allegory of the Misusu of Worldly Propoerty: Young Man Climbing Rocky Hillside Aided by Blindfoled Cupid (aft. HEEMSKERCK)

NEWS 221: Low-relief in spiced bread destined to pass down to the remotest posterity the memory of the entry of General Léon Faucher into the town of RHEIMS

JOURNEY TO CHINA 16: THE MUSIC LESSON. The Chinese man of independent means likes to occupy his leisure by cultivating music: very willingly he takes lessons on the clarinet, the accordion or the hunting horn, and in spite of the contrary opinion of his unfortunate neighbours, persists in calling this an accomplishment!

NEWS 200: A VISIT TO THE CONVICT-PRISON IN NAPLES: Mr.Gladstone－ And what do you call this man? he doesn't look like a villain. The Gaolor－ Don't you believe any of it, on the contrary,he's a demagogue, an old constitutional minister of 1848 called Carlo Poërio. In his inexhaustible clemency the best and most worthy of kings ordered that we chain him to an assassin, so that he might return to the good. He'd have been completely lost if we'd left him with another demagogue

MEMORIES OF THE PEACE CONGRESS [2]: SECOND MEETING: An American orator proves in an irrefutable manner that the only means of pacifying humankind is to force all men to wear, like him, a green hat, which they should never remove except in the evenings, when going to bed. No one even dared to contest this opinion

MEMORIES OF THE PEACE CONGRESS [2]: SECOND MEETING: An American orator proves in an irrefutable manner that the only means of pacifying humankind is to force all men to wear, like him, a green hat, which they should never remove except in the evenings, when going to bed. No one even dared to contest this opinion

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 24: THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN SPUR: This so-called former Colonel of the Papal Guard, later aide-de-camp to the Prince of Monaco, awaiting as a prize for his services a distinguished post in the Government!... he would, however, willingly accept a tabacconist's shop or a position as an inspector of [street] sweeping; besides [this] he is a gallant man like all knights of his order, for a trifle demanding satisfaction from five-year-old children, perfectly making excuses from the moment you look at him in the face

MONOMANIACS 3: THE EXPERT: There are Experts and Experts, as there are Uncouth Peolple and Uncouth People. Firtly [there is] the Expert who knows (this is the rarest type); then the Expert who knows nothing, or knows stupid and useless things, that is to say, less than nothing. The Expert of these different categories passes for a profound, serious man; he is in a very good position, and makes a reputation in the world, like all who are hollow. He passes his days full of pleasures and free from failings, except that he is subject to the Cross of Honoour and the Academy

MONOMANIACS 3: THE EXPERT: There are Experts and Experts, as there are Uncouth Peolple and Uncouth People. Firtly [there is] the Expert who knows (this is the rarest type); then the Expert who knows nothing, or knows stupid and useless things, that is to say, less than nothing. The Expert of these different categories passes for a profound, serious man; he is in a very good position, and makes a reputation in the world, like all who are hollow. He passes his days full of pleasures and free from failings, except that he is subject to the Cross of Honoour and the Academy

TODAY'S PHILANTHROPISTS 9: “Yesterday, in the rue St. Honoré, a respectable old man fell, struck by an attack of apoplexy, it would have been the end of him had not the celebrated Doctor Cabassol, who was by chance at his window at No. 107, hastened to fly to his aid: thanks to intelligent and prodigious help together with the most touching solicitude the sick man was promptly restored to life. Our celebrated Doctor Cabassol topping his generous behaviour wanted to receive as payment for his care only the thanks of a family which will eternally bless his name. Honour to Doctor Cabassol!” －Look here, it's you who's the respectable old man in question, yesterday you failed to fall when coming to see me, you could have injured yourself and then I could have saved you... I contrived it all a little more dramatically for the newspaper... it won't do you any harm and it'll do me a lot of good!

Caricaturana 34: What the Devil! Let us respect propriety! But steward, take care with your invitations!... You are missing out all the proprieties!... Why, you have on your list a Mr. Grippardin, a disreputable man!... A Mr. Durand, whose fortune comes from I don't know where!... What the Devil! Mr.Bertrand, if I'd let you do this, you'd end up by making me keep low company

MISADVENTURES AND DISAPPOINTMENT OF MR.GOGO 2: My son, you are wrong to risk your money in shares, the Stock Exchange is a den of swindlers, bitumen is a beastliness, the mines are precipices,... a wise man should enjoy his fortune quietly... －It's true, mother, I'm wrong, but I need some thousands of francs, and I've come to ask you... －My God!... I'd give it with pleasure... but ... frankly!... the card game ruined me this winter..

JOURNEY TO CHINA 10: CHINESE PROBITY. The unfortunate man who commits a little failing and gives 80 per cent to his creditors is ruined, dishonoured, lost, and sees all his careers close before him... if he would like to be well thought of, well received in the world, there is only one way... that is to begin again upon a bigger scale and to give away nothing at all

The Blue-stockings 13: － Sir, excuse me if I inconvenience you a little... but you understand that I’m now writing a new novel, and I need to consult a multitude of old authors!... －(The Gentleman, aside) Old authors!... Heavens, she should have consulted them while they were alive, for she must have been their contemporary!..