Colonel Chabert

I have seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom he had given forty thousand francs a year!

And they wear black robes, perhaps because they are in mourning for every virtue and every illusion.

"Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe," replied the veteran. "I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7," he

"there are in modern society three men who can never think well of the world—the priest, the doctor, and the man of law?

"Yes, it is there, deep and sincere. But what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all."

but as soon as a man has fallen into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a matter of law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.

Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge yourself an imposter, to sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every hour of the day!

"If some men have died to save a mistress' honor, they gave their life but once. But in this case you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is impossible. If it were only your life, it would be nothing; but to sign a declaration that you are not

"I must return underground again. I had told myself so already."

"The dead are very wrong to come to life again."