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Title: Quotations from the Project Gutenberg Editions of the Collected Works of George Meredith Author: George Meredith Editor: David Widger Release date: January 1, 2004 [eBook #4904] Most recently updated: December 28, 2020 Language: English Credits: This eBook was produced by David Widger *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUOTATIONS FROM THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITIONS OF THE COLLECTED WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH *** This eBook was produced by David Widger WIDGER'S QUOTATIONS FROM THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITION OF THE WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH EDITOR'S NOTE Readers acquainted with the works of George Meredith may wish to see if their favorite passages are listed in this selection. The etext editor will be glad to add your suggestions. One of the advantages of internet over paper publication is the ease of quick revision. 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Meredith, v4 [GM#15][gm15v10.txt]4409 Ordeal Richard Feverel by G. Meredith, v5 [GM#16][gm16v10.txt]4410 Ordeal Richard Feverel by G. Meredith, v6 [GM#17][gm17v10.txt]4411 Ordeal Richard Feverel by G. Meredith, all [GM#18][gm18v10.txt]4412 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v1 [GM#19][gm19v10.txt]4413 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v2 [GM#20][gm20v10.txt]4414 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v3 [GM#21][gm21v10.txt]4415 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v4 [GM#22][gm22v10.txt]4416 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v5 [GM#23][gm23v10.txt]4417 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v6 [GM#24][gm24v10.txt]4418 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, v7 [GM#25][gm25v10.txt]4419 Sandra Belloni by George Meredith, all [GM#26][gm26v10.txt]4420 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, v1 [GM#27][gm27v10.txt]4421 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, v2 [GM#28][gm28v10.txt]4422 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, v3 [GM#29][gm29v10.txt]4423 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, v4 [GM#30][gm30v10.txt]4424 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, v5 [GM#31][gm31v10.txt]4425 Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith, all [GM#32][gm32v10.txt]4426 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v1 [GM#33][gm33v10.txt]4427 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v2 [GM#34][gm34v10.txt]4428 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v3 [GM#35][gm35v10.txt]4429 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v4 [GM#36][gm36v10.txt]4430 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v5 [GM#37][gm37v10.txt]4431 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v6 [GM#38][gm38v10.txt]4432 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, v7 [GM#39][gm39v10.txt]4433 Evan Harrington by George Meredith, all [GM#40][gm40v10.txt]4434 Vittoria by George Meredith, v1 [GM#41][gm41v10.txt]4435 Vittoria by George Meredith, v2 [GM#42][gm42v10.txt]4436 Vittoria by George Meredith, v3 [GM#43][gm43v10.txt]4437 Vittoria by George Meredith, v4 [GM#44][gm44v10.txt]4438 Vittoria by George Meredith, v5 [GM#45][gm45v10.txt]4439 Vittoria by George Meredith, v6 [GM#46][gm46v10.txt]4440 Vittoria by George Meredith, v7 [GM#47][gm47v10.txt]4441 Vittoria by George Meredith, v8 [GM#48][gm48v10.txt]4442 Vittoria by George Meredith, all [GM#49][gm49v10.txt]4443 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v1 [GM#50][gm50v10.txt]4444 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v2 [GM#51][gm51v10.txt]4445 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v3 [GM#52][gm52v10.txt]4446 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v4 [GM#53][gm53v10.txt]4447 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v5 [GM#54][gm54v10.txt]4448 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v6 [GM#55][gm55v10.txt]4449 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v7 [GM#56][gm56v10.txt]4450 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, v8 [GM#57][gm57v10.txt]4451 Adventures Harry Richmond by Meredith, all[GM#58][gm58v10.txt]4452 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v1 [GM#59][gm59v10.txt]4453 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v2 [GM#60][gm60v10.txt]4454 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v3 [GM#61][gm61v10.txt]4455 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v4 [GM#62][gm62v10.txt]4456 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v5 [GM#63][gm63v10.txt]4457 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v6 [GM#64][gm64v10.txt]4458 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, v7 [GM#65][gm65v10.txt]4459 Beauchamps Career by George Meredith, all [GM#66][gm66v10.txt]4460 The Tragic Comedians by G. Meredith, v1 [GM#67][gm67v10.txt]4461 The Tragic Comedians by G. Meredith, v2 [GM#68][gm68v10.txt]4462 The Tragic Comedians by G. Meredith, v3 [GM#69][gm69v10.txt]4463 The Tragic Comedians by G. Meredith, all [GM#70][gm70v10.txt]4464 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, v1 [GM#71][gm71v10.txt]4465 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, v2 [GM#72][gm72v10.txt]4466 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, v3 [GM#73][gm73v10.txt]4467 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, v4 [GM#74][gm74v10.txt]4468 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, v5 [GM#75][gm75v10.txt]4469 Diana of the Crossways by Meredith, all [GM#76][gm76v10.txt]4470 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, v1 [GM#77][gm77v10.txt]4471 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, v2 [GM#78][gm78v10.txt]4472 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, v3 [GM#79][gm79v10.txt]4473 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, v4 [GM#80][gm80v10.txt]4474 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, v5 [GM#81][gm81v10.txt]4475 One of Our Conquerors by G. Meredith, all [GM#82][gm82v10.txt]4476 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, v1 [GM#83][gm83v10.txt]4477 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, v2 [GM#84][gm84v10.txt]4478 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, v3 [GM#85][gm85v10.txt]4479 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, v4 [GM#86][gm86v10.txt]4480 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, v5 [GM#87][gm87v10.txt]4481 Lord Ormont and his Aminta by Meredith, all[GM#88][gm88v10.txt]4482 The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith, v1[GM#89][gm89v10.txt]4483 The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith, v2[GM#90][gm90v10.txt]4484 The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith, v3[GM#91][gm91v10.txt]4485 The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith, v4[GM#92][gm92v10.txt]4486 The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith, v5[GM#93][gm93v10.txt]4487 The Amazing Marriage by G. Meredith, all [GM#94][gm94v10.txt]4488 Celt and Saxon by George Meredith, v1 [GM#95][gm95v10.txt]4489 Celt and Saxon by George Meredith, v2 [GM#96][gm96v10.txt]4490 Celt and Saxon by George Meredith, all [GM#97][gm97v10.txt]4491 Farina by George Meredith, [GM#98][gm98v10.txt]4492 Case of General Ople by George Meredith [GM#99][gm99v10.txt]4493 The Tale of Chloe by George Meredith [GM#100][gn00v10.txt]4494 The House on the Beach by G. Meredith [GM#101][gn01v10.txt]4495 The Gentleman of Fifty by Meredith [GM#102][gn02v10.txt]4496 The Sentimentalists(play) by G. Meredith [GM#103][gn03v10.txt]4497 Miscellaneous Prose by G. Meredith [GM#104][gn04v10.txt]4498 The Entire Short Works of George Meredith [GM#105][gn05v10.txt]4499 The Entire PG Works by George Meredith [GM#106][gn06v10.txt]4500 QUOTATIONS FROM THE WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT, V1 [GM#07][GM07V10.TXT]4401 How little a thing serves Fortune's turn Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale The curse of sorrow is comparison! THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT, V2 [GM#08][GM08V10.TXT]4402 Delay in thine undertaking is disaster of thy own making Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! No runner can outstrip his fate 'Tis the first step that makes a path When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT, V3 [GM#09][GM09V10.TXT]4403 Arm'd with Fear the Foe finds passage to the vital part Fear nought so much as Fear itself If thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! Nought credit but what outward orbs reveal The overwise themselves hoodwink The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown Vanity maketh the strongest most weak Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT, V4 [GM#10][GM10V10.TXT]4404 A woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth Every failure is a step advanced Failures oft are but advising friends Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth More culpable the sparer than the spared Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends Too often hangs the house on one loose stone THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT, ALL [GM#11][GM11V10.TXT]4405 A woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth Arm'd with Fear the Foe finds passage to the vital part Delay in thine undertaking Is disaster of thy own making Every failure is a step advanced Failures oft are but advising friends Fear nought so much as Fear itself How little a thing serves Fortune's turn If thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth More culpable the sparer than the spared No runner can outstrip his fate Nought credit but what outward orbs reveal Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale The curse of sorrow is comparison! The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown The overwise themselves hoodwink 'Tis the first step that makes a path Too often hangs the house on one loose stone Vanity maketh the strongest most weak When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V1 [GM#12][GM12V10.TXT]4406 A style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes An edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer Complacent languor of the wise youth Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards Our new thoughts have thrilled dead bosoms Rogue on the tremble of detection Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual She can make puddens and pies The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness Those days of intellectual coxcombry Troublesome appendages of success Wisdom goes by majorities Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V2 [GM#13][GM13V10.TXT]4407 And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true And to these instructions he gave an aim: "First be virtuous" In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age Laying of ghosts is a public duty On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on They believe that the angels have been busy about them Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise You've got no friend but your bed ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V3 [GM#14][GM14V10.TXT]4408 A young philosopher's an old fool! Cold charity to all I cannot get on with Gibbon In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V4 [GM#15][GM15V10.TXT]4409 Although it blew hard when Caesar crossed the Rubicon As when nations are secretly preparing for war The world is wise in its way The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable Wise in not seeking to be too wise Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V5 [GM#16][GM16V10.TXT]4410 A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty Come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything Habit had legalized his union with her Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman His equanimity was fictitious His fancy performed miraculous feats How many instruments cannot clever women play upon I ain't a speeder of matrimony Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder Serene presumption The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, V6 [GM#17][GM17V10.TXT]4411 A maker of Proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Hermits enamoured of wind and rain Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care Intensely communicative, but inarticulate Just bad inquirin' too close among men January was watering and freezing old earth by turns South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones ORDEAL RICHARD FEVEREL, ENTIRE [GM#18][GM18V10.TXT]4412 A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization A style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth A maker of Proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit A young philosopher's an old fool! After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship Although it blew hard when Caesar crossed the Rubicon Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes An edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true And to these instructions he gave an aim: "First be virtuous" As when nations are secretly preparing for war Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty Cold charity to all Come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything Complacent languor of the wise youth Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Habit had legalized his union with her Hermits enamoured of wind and rain Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use His equanimity was fictitious His fancy performed miraculous feats How many instruments cannot clever women play upon Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I ain't a speeder of matrimony I cannot get on with Gibbon In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." Intensely communicative, but inarticulate It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age January was watering and freezing old earth by turns Just bad inquirin' too close among men Laying of ghosts is a public duty Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher Rogue on the tremble of detection Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on Serene presumption She can make puddens and pies South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The world is wise in its way The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness They believe that the angels have been busy about them This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones Those days of intellectual coxcombry Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman Troublesome appendages of success Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Wise in not seeking to be too wise Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh You've got no friend but your bed Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise SANDRA BELLONI, V1 [GM#19][GM19V10.TXT]4413 Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I had to cross the park to give a lesson She was perhaps a little the taller of the two The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) They had all noticed, seen, and observed SANDRA BELLONI, V2 [GM#20][GM20V10.TXT]4414 Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I detest anything that has to do with gratitude Love, with his accustomed cunning No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule SANDRA BELLONI, V3 [GM#21][GM21V10.TXT]4415 And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit Passion does not inspire dark appetite--Dainty innocence does The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man SANDRA BELLONI, V4 [GM#22][GM22V10.TXT]4416 A marriage without love is dishonour Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--The eye is our servant I am not ashamed Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love the poor devil My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask Revived for them so much of themselves Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion Victims of the modern feminine'ideal' SANDRA BELLONI, V5 [GM#23][GM23V10.TXT]4417 Am I ill? I must be hungry! Depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself She had great awe of the word 'business' SANDRA BELLONI, V6 [GM#24][GM24V10.TXT]4418 Active despair is a passion that must be superseded But love for a parent is not merely duty Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Littlenesses of which women are accused Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Our partner is our master Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images True love excludes no natural duty SANDRA BELLONI, V7 [GM#25][GM25V10.TXT]4419 A plunge into the deep is of little moment And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Oh! beastly bathos On a wild April morning Once my love? said he. Not now?--does it mean, not now? So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me We are, in short, a civilized people We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing SANDRA BELLONI, ENTIRE [GM#26][GM26V10.TXT]4420 A plunge into the deep is of little moment A marriage without love is dishonour Active despair is a passion that must be superseded Am I ill? I must be hungry! And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--The eye is our servant Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge But love for a parent is not merely duty Depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I had to cross the park to give a lesson I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I am not ashamed It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast Littlenesses of which women are accused Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love the poor devil Love, with his accustomed cunning Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted Oh! beastly bathos On a wild April morning Once my love? said he. Not now?--does it mean, not now? One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance Our partner is our master Passion does not inspire dark appetite--Dainty innocence does Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask Revived for them so much of themselves She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She had great awe of the word 'business' Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep They had all noticed, seen, and observed To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me True love excludes no natural duty Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We are, in short, a civilized people What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all RHODA FLEMING, V1 [GM#27][GM27V10.TXT]4421 But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But you must be beautiful to please some men Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman My plain story is of two Kentish damsels The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The kindest of men can be cruel William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer RHODA FLEMING, V2 [GM#28][GM28V10.TXT]4422 A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house Then, if you will not tell me To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake RHODA FLEMING, V3 [GM#29][GM29V10.TXT]4423 All women are the same--Know one, know all Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy He will be a part of every history (the fool) I never pay compliments to transparent merit I haven't got the pluck of a flea Love dies like natural decay Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The backstairs of history (Memoirs) To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Work is medicine RHODA FLEMING, V4 [GM#30][GM30V10.TXT]4424 Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars He lies as naturally as an infant sucks I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service Inferences are like shadows on the wall Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog RHODA FLEMING, V5 [GM#31][GM31V10.TXT]4425 You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear Can a man go farther than his nature? Cold curiosity Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia RHODA FLEMING, ENTIRE [GM#32][GM32V10.TXT]4426 A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky All women are the same--Know one, know all Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss But you must be beautiful to please some men But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit Can a man go farther than his nature? Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Cold curiosity Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He will be a part of every history (the fool) I haven't got the pluck of a flea I never pay compliments to transparent merit I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service Inferences are like shadows on the wall It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Love dies like natural decay Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My plain story is of two Kentish damsels One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The kindest of men can be cruel The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master Then, if you will not tell me There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Work is medicine You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake EVAN HARRINGTON, V1 [GM#33][GM33V10.TXT]4427 A man who rejected medicine in extremity A share of pity for the objects she despised A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart Accustomed to be paid for by his country British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces By forbearance, put it in the wrong Cheerful martyr Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Few feelings are single on this globe Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together I'll come as straight as I can Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it Lay no petty traps for opportunity Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Men they regard as their natural prey Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account Oh! I can't bear that class of people Partake of a morning draught Patronizing woman Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Requiring natural services from her in the button department Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She, not disinclined to dilute her grief Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill True enjoyment of the princely disposition What he did, she took among other inevitable matters Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse With a proud humility You rides when you can, and you walks when you must Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums EVAN HARRINGTON, V2 [GM#34][GM34V10.TXT]4428 Adept in the lie implied Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He had his character to maintain I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age No great harm done when you're silent Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end That beautiful trust which habit gives That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear You're the puppet of your women! What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! EVAN HARRINGTON, V3 [GM#35][GM35V10.TXT]4429 A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Because men can't abide praise of another man Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Command of countenance the Countess possessed Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel English maids are domesticated savage animals Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Says you're so clever you ought to be a man She believed friendship practicable between men and women The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame When you run away, you don't live to fight another day With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance EVAN HARRINGTON, V4 [GM#36][GM36V10.TXT]4430 Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower An obedient creature enough where he must be Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Enamoured young men have these notions Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear Love is a contagious disease Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Touching a nerve Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her EVAN HARRINGTON, V5 [GM#37][GM37V10.TXT]4431 A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Good and evil work together in this world Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love Listened to one another, and blinded the world Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose Play second fiddle without looking foolish Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy Why, he'll snap your head off for a word EVAN HARRINGTON, V6 [GM#38][GM38V10.TXT]4432 After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks Pride is the God of Pagans Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Speech is poor where emotion is extreme The power to give and take flattery to any amount What a stock of axioms young people have handy When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty EVAN HARRINGTON, V7 [GM#39][GM39V10.TXT]4433 A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Because you loved something better than me Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gratuitous insult How many degrees from love gratitude may be In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles EVAN HARRINGTON, ALL [GM#40][GM40V10.TXT]4434 A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is A share of pity for the objects she despised A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart A man who rejected medicine in extremity A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Accustomed to be paid for by his country Adept in the lie implied Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse An obedient creature enough where he must be And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Because you loved something better than me Because men can't abide praise of another man Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself By forbearance, put it in the wrong Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Cheerful martyr Command of countenance the Countess possessed Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Enamoured young men have these notions English maids are domesticated savage animals Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Few feelings are single on this globe Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good and evil work together in this world Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Gratuitous insult Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He had his character to maintain He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics How many degrees from love gratitude may be I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I'll come as straight as I can If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Lay no petty traps for opportunity Listened to one another, and blinded the world Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Love is a contagious disease Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm Men they regard as their natural prey Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities No great harm done when you're silent No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account Oh! I can't bear that class of people One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Partake of a morning draught Patronizing woman Play second fiddle without looking foolish Pride is the God of Pagans Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Requiring natural services from her in the button department Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be Says you're so clever you ought to be a man Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She believed friendship practicable between men and women She was at liberty to weep if she pleased Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Speech is poor where emotion is extreme Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That beautiful trust which habit gives The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness The power to give and take flattery to any amount The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Touching a nerve Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted True enjoyment of the princely disposition Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles What a stock of axioms young people have handy What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why, he'll snap your head off for a word With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With a proud humility Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You're the puppet of your women! Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums VITTORIA, V1 [GM#41][GM41V10.TXT]4435 Footing up a mountain corrects the notion (that I am important) He saw far, and he grasped ends beyond obstacles Poetry does much upon reflection, but it has to ripen within you There is comfort in exercise, even for an ancient creature such as I am VITTORIA, V2 [GM#42][GM42V10.TXT]4436 Agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes Anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing Art of despising what he coveted Compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Intentions are really rich possessions Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating Necessary for him to denounce somebody Profound belief in her partiality for him VITTORIA, V3 [GM#43][GM43V10.TXT]4437 A fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin Defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses He postponed it to the next minute and the next I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I know nothing of imagination In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title Morales, madame, suit ze sun No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers Patience is the pestilence People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season Question with some whether idiots should live Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly We are good friends till we quarrel again We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together VITTORIA, V4 [GM#44][GM44V10.TXT]4438 A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old Critical in their first glance at a prima donna Forgetfulness is like a closing sea He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight It rarely astonishes our ears. It illumines our souls Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Obedience oils necessity Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Simple obstinacy of will sustained her The devil trusts nobody Was born on a hired bed VITTORIA, V5 [GM#45][GM45V10.TXT]4439 An angry woman will think the worst Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone No word is more lightly spoken than shame O heaven! of what avail is human effort? She thought that friendship was sweeter than love Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission Women and men are in two hostile camps VITTORIA, V6 [GM#46][GM46V10.TXT]4440 As the Lord decided, so it would end! "Oh, delicious creed!" By our manner of loving we are known Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal Fast growing to be an eccentric by profession I always respected her; I never liked her Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion VITTORIA, V7 [GM#47][GM47V10.TXT]4441 But is there such a thing as happiness Conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved Deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's Foolish trick of thinking for herself Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony Grand air of pitying sadness Ironical fortitude Longing for love and dependence Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Pain is a cloak that wraps you about She was sick of personal freedom Watch, and wait Went into endless invalid's laughter Why should these men take so much killing? You can master pain, but not doubt VITTORIA, V8 [GM#48][GM48V10.TXT]4442 Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can English antipathy to babblers He is in the season of faults Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man Never, never love a married woman Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing VITTORIA, COMPLETE [GM#49][GM49V10.TXT]4443 A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old A fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin Agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes An angry woman will think the worst Anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing Art of despising what he coveted As the Lord decided, so it would end! "Oh, delicious creed!" Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone But is there such a thing as happiness By our manner of loving we are known Compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring Conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can Critical in their first glance at a prima donna Deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's Defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? English antipathy to babblers Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal Fast growing to be an eccentric by profession Foolish trick of thinking for herself Forgetfulness is like a closing sea Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Grand air of pitying sadness Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery He is in the season of faults He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two He postponed it to the next minute and the next Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight I always respected her; I never liked her I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I know nothing of imagination Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title Intentions are really rich possessions Ironical fortitude It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating Longing for love and dependence Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Morales, madame, suit ze sun Necessary for him to denounce somebody Never, never love a married woman No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home No word is more lightly spoken than shame Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers O heaven! of what avail is human effort? Obedience oils necessity Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Pain is a cloak that wraps you about Patience is the pestilence People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season Profound belief in her partiality for him Question with some whether idiots should live Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed She thought that friendship was sweeter than love She was sick of personal freedom Simple obstinacy of will sustained her Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame The devil trusts nobody The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory Was born on a hired bed Watch, and wait We are good friends till we quarrel again We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back Went into endless invalid's laughter Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Why should these men take so much killing? Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion Women and men are in two hostile camps You can master pain, but not doubt Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V1 [GM#50][GM50V10.TXT]4444 A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds I can't think brisk out of my breeches Kindness is kindness, all over the world Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe Unseemly hour--unbetimes ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V2 [GM#51][GM51V10.TXT]4445 Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man He put no question to anybody I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me Irony instead of eloquence Simplicity is the keenest weapon The most dangerous word of all--ja There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V3 [GM#52][GM52V10.TXT]4446 He would neither retort nor defend himself I laughed louder than was necessary Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V4 [GM#53][GM53V10.TXT]4447 Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Habit of antedating his sagacity He thinks or he chews If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger Look within, and avoid lying Mindless, he says, and arrogant One who studies is not being a fool The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The proper defence for a nation is its history Then for us the struggle, for him the grief They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education We has long overshadowed "I" Who beguiles so much as Self? ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V5 [GM#54][GM54V10.TXT]4448 Decent insincerity Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations I do not defend myself ever Nations at war are wild beasts Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German Some so-called laws of honour They are little ironical laughter--Accidents War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V6 [GM#55][GM55V10.TXT]4449 Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers Puns are the smallpox of the language Stultification of one's feelings and ideas They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V7 [GM#56][GM56V10.TXT]4450 All passed too swift for happiness He clearly could not learn from misfortune Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Tension of the old links keeping us together The thought stood in her eyes They have not to speak to exhibit their minds Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V8 [GM#57][GM57V10.TXT]4451 Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept Bade his audience to beware of princes But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death Is it any waste of time to write of love? Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Tears are the way of women and their comfort The love that survives has strangled craving The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels You may learn to know yourself through love ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, ENTIRE [GM#58][GM58V10.TXT]4452 A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow All passed too swift for happiness Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side Bade his audience to beware of princes Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples Decent insincerity Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them Habit of antedating his sagacity He clearly could not learn from misfortune He thinks or he chews He would neither retort nor defend himself He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies He put no question to anybody I can't think brisk out of my breeches I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me I do not defend myself ever I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent I laughed louder than was necessary If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will Irony instead of eloquence Is it any waste of time to write of love? It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger Kindness is kindness, all over the world Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Look within, and avoid lying Mindless, he says, and arrogant Nations at war are wild beasts No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough One who studies is not being a fool Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Puns are the smallpox of the language Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Some so-called laws of honour Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Stultification of one's feelings and ideas Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tension of the old links keeping us together The most dangerous word of all--ja The love that survives has strangled craving The thought stood in her eyes The proper defence for a nation is its history The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing Then for us the struggle, for him the grief There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education They have not to speak to exhibit their minds They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they They are little ironical laughter--Accidents Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose Unseemly hour--unbetimes Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! We has long overshadowed "I" What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? Who beguiles so much as Self? Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels You may learn to know yourself through love BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V1 [GM#59][GM59V10.TXT]4453 A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry A kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion A night that had shivered repose Am I thy master, or thou mine? An instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence And one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) Anticipate opposition by initiating measures Appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them Boys are unjust Braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it Calm fanaticism of the passion of love Compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance Disqualification of constantly offending prejudices Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Haunted many pillows He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment I cannot say less, and will say no more Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Men had not pleased him of late Mental and moral neuters Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose Play the great game of blunders Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Politics as well as the other diseases Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation The people always wait for the winner The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write Times when an example is needed by brave men Tongue flew, thought followed We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We dare not be weak if we would We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! You're talking to me, not to a gallery BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V2 [GM#60][GM60V10.TXT]4454 A dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity All concessions to the people have been won from fear Appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions Automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction Beautiful servicelessness Canvassing means intimidation or corruption Comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity Consult the family means--waste your time Convictions are generally first impressions Country can go on very well without so much speech-making Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) Dialectical stiffness Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Hates a compromise Man owes a duty to his class Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Martyrs of love or religion are madmen Never pretend to know a girl by her face No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty There is no first claim There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion They're always having to retire and always hissing Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs To beg the vote and wink the bribe We can't hope to have what should be We have a system, not planned but grown World cannot pardon a breach of continuity BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V3 [GM#61][GM61V10.TXT]4455 A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman A string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger Admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight After forty, men have married their habits An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! And never did a stroke of work in my life Are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an English audience As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther Discover the writers in a day when all are writing! Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life No heart to dare is no heart to love! Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Shun comparisons So the frog telleth tadpoles Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt The critic that sneers The language of party is eloquent The slavery of the love of a woman chained There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man Use your religion like a drug Who cannot talk!--but who can? Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them You are not married, you are simply chained BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V4 [GM#62][GM62V10.TXT]4456 Alike believe that Providence is for them Better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet Convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury Cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Impossible for him to think that women thought Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire May not one love, not craving to be beloved? People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter Small things producing great consequences That a mask is a concealment The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort The turn will come to us as to others--and go Women must not be judging things out of their sphere BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V5 [GM#63][GM63V10.TXT]4457 A wound of the same kind that we are inflicting Affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening Carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask Cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but attraction Decline to practise hypocrisy Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure Heights of humour beyond laughter Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses On which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty Passion is not invariably love People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear Their not caring to think at all There is no step backward in life They have their thinking done for them They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate Thirst for the haranguing of crowds Too many time-servers rot the State We are chiefly led by hope Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting What ninnies call Nature in books BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V6 [GM#64][GM64V10.TXT]4458 A tear would have overcome him--She had not wept Art of speaking on politics tersely Death within which welcomed a death without Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth He lost the art of observing himself Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Infallibility of our august mother Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Love's a selfish business one has work in hand No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night The defensive is perilous policy in war The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The weighty and the trivial contended Their hearts are eaten up by property Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive Well, sir, we must sell our opium Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wooing a good man for his friendship BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V7 [GM#65][GM65V10.TXT]4459 And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end? As fair play as a woman's lord could give her Beauchamp's career Dogs die more decently than we men Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage Had come to be her lover through being her husband He bowed to facts He condensed a paragraph into a line He runs too much from first principles to extremes I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar More argument I cannot bear None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness Reproof of such supererogatory counsel She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep Slaves of the priests The healthy only are fit to live The world without him would be heavy matter This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Virtue of impatience We women can read men by their power to love When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman Where love exists there is goodness Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, ENTIRE [GM#66][GM66V10.TXT]4460 A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman A kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion A night that had shivered repose A tear would have overcome him--She had not wept A wound of the same kind that we are inflicting A string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger A dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry Admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight Affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening After forty, men have married their habits Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity Alike believe that Providence is for them All concessions to the people have been won from fear Am I thy master, or thou mine? An instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end? And never did a stroke of work in my life And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence And one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) Anticipate opposition by initiating measures Appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions Appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker Are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an English audience Art of speaking on politics tersely As fair play as a woman's lord could give her As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them Automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction Beauchamp's career Beautiful servicelessness Better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet Boys are unjust Braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it Calm fanaticism of the passion of love Canvassing means intimidation or corruption Carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask Comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity Compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement Consult the family means--waste your time Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther Convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury Convictions are generally first impressions Cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving Country can go on very well without so much speech-making Cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but attraction Death within which welcomed a death without Decline to practise hypocrisy Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance Dialectical stiffness Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man Discover the writers in a day when all are writing! Disqualification of constantly offending prejudices Dogs die more decently than we men Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Had come to be her lover through being her husband Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He condensed a paragraph into a line He runs too much from first principles to extremes He bowed to facts He lost the art of observing himself He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents Heights of humour beyond laughter Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I cannot say less, and will say no more If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Impossible for him to think that women thought Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Infallibility of our august mother Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man owes a duty to his class Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Martyrs of love or religion are madmen May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Men had not pleased him of late Mental and moral neuters Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses More argument I cannot bear Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never pretend to know a girl by her face No heart to dare is no heart to love! No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea On which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men Passion is not invariably love Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost Play the great game of blunders Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Politics as well as the other diseases Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter Reproof of such supererogatory counsel Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Slaves of the priests Small things producing great consequences So the frog telleth tadpoles Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation That a mask is a concealment The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The critic that sneers The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The turn will come to us as to others--and go The language of party is eloquent The defensive is perilous policy in war The healthy only are fit to live The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The world without him would be heavy matter The weighty and the trivial contended The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The people always wait for the winner The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write Their hearts are eaten up by property Their not caring to think at all There is no step backward in life There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them There is no first claim There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate They have their thinking done for them They're always having to retire and always hissing Thirst for the haranguing of crowds This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Times when an example is needed by brave men To beg the vote and wink the bribe Tongue flew, thought followed Too many time-servers rot the State Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions Use your religion like a drug Virtue of impatience We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We women can read men by their power to love We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We dare not be weak if we would We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We can't hope to have what should be We have a system, not planned but grown We are chiefly led by hope We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting Well, sir, we must sell our opium What ninnies call Nature in books When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman Where love exists there is goodness Who cannot talk!--but who can? Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing a good man for his friendship World cannot pardon a breach of continuity You are not married, you are simply chained You're talking to me, not to a gallery THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V1 [GM#67][GM67V10.TXT]4461 Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be good and dull, and please everybody Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies Clotilde fenced, which is half a confession Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered Compromise is virtual death Conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Fantastical Finishing touches to the negligence Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Gradations appear to be unknown to you He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He stormed her and consented to be beaten His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Looking on him was listening Love the difficulty better than the woman Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Polished barbarism Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) She felt in him a maker of facts Strength in love is the sole sincerity The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The way is clear: we have only to take the step The worst of omens is delay Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind Two wishes make a will Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V2 [GM#68][GM68V10.TXT]4462 Above all things I detest the writing for money Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability I give my self, I do not sell Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself O for yesterday! Professional widows Self-consoled when they are not self-justified Want of courage is want of sense We shall not be rich--nor poor Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V3 [GM#69][GM69V10.TXT]4463 A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic Men in love are children with their mistresses Providence and her parents were not forgiven She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each Trick for killing time without hurting him Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, ENTIRE [GM#70][GM70V10.TXT]4464 A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver Above all things I detest the writing for money At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be good and dull, and please everybody Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies Clotilde fenced, which is half a confession Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered Compromise is virtual death Conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Fantastical Finishing touches to the negligence Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Gradations appear to be unknown to you He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He stormed her and consented to be beaten Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic I give my self, I do not sell I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Looking on him was listening Love the difficulty better than the woman Men in love are children with their mistresses Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself O for yesterday! Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Polished barbarism Professional widows Providence and her parents were not forgiven Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) Self-consoled when they are not self-justified She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She felt in him a maker of facts Strength in love is the sole sincerity The worst of omens is delay The way is clear: we have only to take the step The brainless in Art and in Statecraft Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind Trick for killing time without hurting him Two wishes make a will Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Want of courage is want of sense We shall not be rich--nor poor Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V1 [GM#71][GM71V10.TXT]4465 A witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly Charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment Dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors Favour can't help coming by rotation Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too Get back what we give Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty Herself, content to be dull if he might shine His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet Idea is the only vital breath If I'm struck, I strike back Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Loathing for speculation Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Matter that is not nourishing to brains Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Needed support of facts, and feared them O self! self! self! Or where you will, so that's in Ireland Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language Pride in being always myself Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) She had a fatal attraction for antiques She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling Smart remarks have their measured distances Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic That is life--when we dare death to live! That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The well of true wit is truth itself They create by stoppage a volcano This love they rattle about and rave about Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited Weather and women have some resemblance they say What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank You are entreated to repress alarm You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V2 [GM#72][GM72V10.TXT]4466 A kindly sense of superiority By resisting, I made him a tyrant Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one He, by insisting, made me a rebel Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis I do not see it, because I will not see it Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world Insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Irony that seemed to spring from aversion It is the best of signs when women take to her Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Mutual deference Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life One might build up a respectable figure in negatives Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance Real happiness is a state of dulness Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous Sleepless night Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World prefers decorum to honesty Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V3 [GM#73][GM73V10.TXT]4467 Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Capricious potentate whom they worship Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse Could have designed this gabbler for the mate Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable Explaining of things to a dull head Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty He gained much by claiming little Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury His ridiculous equanimity Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Moral indignation is ever consolatory Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology The blindness of Fortune is her one merit They have no sensitiveness, we have too much Top and bottom sin is cowardice Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight We must fawn in society We never see peace but in the features of the dead DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V4 [GM#74][GM74V10.TXT]4468 A high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird Beware the silent one of an assembly! Brittle is foredoomed Common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy Money is of course a rough test of virtue Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution She herself did not like to be seen eating in public Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce The greed of gain is our volcano The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists What might have been What the world says, is what the wind says Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V5 [GM#75][GM75V10.TXT]4469 Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights Avoid the position that enforces publishing Capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing Chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness Could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony Envy of the man of positive knowledge Expectations dupe us, not trust Externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency I don't count them against women (moods) I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I wanted a hero I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness Literature is a good stick and a bad horse Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense Nothing is a secret that has been spoken Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy Rare men of honour who can command their passion Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning Sham spiritualism She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations Sympathy is for proving, not prating The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper We don't know we are in halves We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us Weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Who venerate when they love With that I sail into the dark Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, ENTIRE [GM#76][GM76V10.TXT]4470 A witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power A high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird A kindly sense of superiority Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have Avoid the position that enforces publishing Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love Beware the silent one of an assembly! Brittle is foredoomed But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly By resisting, I made him a tyrant Capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing Capricious potentate whom they worship Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks Charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment Chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow Common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse Could have designed this gabbler for the mate Could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable Dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony Envy of the man of positive knowledge Expectations dupe us, not trust Explaining of things to a dull head Externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless Favour can't help coming by rotation Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two Get back what we give Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He gained much by claiming little He, by insisting, made me a rebel He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty Herself, content to be dull if he might shine His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given His ridiculous equanimity Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you I wanted a hero I do not see it, because I will not see it I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet I don't count them against women (moods) I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit Idea is the only vital breath If I'm struck, I strike back If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them Insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Irony that seemed to spring from aversion It is the best of signs when women take to her It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness Literature is a good stick and a bad horse Loathing for speculation Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Matter that is not nourishing to brains Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Money is of course a rough test of virtue Moral indignation is ever consolatory Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Mutual deference Needed support of facts, and feared them Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by Nothing is a secret that has been spoken Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near O self! self! self! Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves One might build up a respectable figure in negatives Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface Or where you will, so that's in Ireland Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language Pride in being always myself Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance Rare men of honour who can command their passion Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Real happiness is a state of dulness Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) Sham spiritualism She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling She herself did not like to be seen eating in public She had a fatal attraction for antiques Sleepless night Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce Smart remarks have their measured distances Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic Sympathy is for proving, not prating Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail That is life--when we dare death to live! That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The greed of gain is our volcano The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay The well of true wit is truth itself The blindness of Fortune is her one merit They have no sensitiveness, we have too much They create by stoppage a volcano This love they rattle about and rave about Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy Top and bottom sin is cowardice Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited We never see peace but in the features of the dead We must fawn in society We don't know we are in halves We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us Weather and women have some resemblance they say Weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) What might have been What the world says, is what the wind says What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Who venerate when they love Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty With that I sail into the dark Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World prefers decorum to honesty Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering You are entreated to repress alarm ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, V1 [GM#77][GM77V10.TXT]4471 Admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds Aristocratic assumption of licence But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) Consent of circumstances Continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair Critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear Despises hostile elements and goes unpunished Dithyrambic inebriety of narration Feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted Fire smoothes the creases Frankness as an armour over wariness Half a dozen dozen left Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He sinks terribly when he sinks at all Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless In bottle if not on draught (oratory) In the pay of our doctors Intrusion of hard material statements, facts Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Nature and Law never agreed Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Next door to the Last Trump Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal One wants a little animation in a husband People of a provocative prosperity Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer State of feverish patriotism Statistics are according to their conjurors Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home The effects of the infinitely little The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) They do not live; they are engines They helped her to feel at home with herself Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, V2 [GM#78][GM78V10.TXT]4472 Ask not why, where reason never was Cover of action as an escape from perplexity Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction Judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals Memory inspired by the sensations Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher Slave of existing conventions Startled by the criticism in laughter The impalpable which has prevailing weight There is little to be learnt when a little is known They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, V3 [GM#79][GM79V10.TXT]4473 Belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience Claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges Consent to take life as it is Dialogue between Nature and Circumstance Dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks Exuberant anticipatory trustfulness Fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become He never explained How Success derides Ambition! If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality Naturally as deceived as he wished to be Official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one Optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years Pessimy is invulnerable Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration Satirist is an executioner by profession Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke The homage we pay him flatters us We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, V4 [GM#80][GM80V10.TXT]4474 All of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement Cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness Eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Happy the woman who has not more to speak If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods? Let but the throb be kept for others--That is the one secret Love must needs be an egoism Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances Portrait of himself by the artist Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her The face of a stopped watch The worst of it is, that we remember To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, V5 [GM#81][GM81V10.TXT]4475 An incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top Arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle No companionship save with the wound they nurse Not always the right thing to do the right thing The night went past as a year Universal censor's angry spite ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, ENTIRE [GM#82][GM82V10.TXT]4476 Admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds All of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement An incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top Aristocratic assumption of licence Arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer Ask not why, where reason never was Belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) Cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness Claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges Consent of circumstances Consent to take life as it is Continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities Cover of action as an escape from perplexity Critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes Despises hostile elements and goes unpunished Dialogue between Nature and Circumstance Dithyrambic inebriety of narration Dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks Eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker Exuberant anticipatory trustfulness Fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously Feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted Fire smoothes the creases Frankness as an armour over wariness Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Half a dozen dozen left Happy the woman who has not more to speak Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He never explained He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury How Success derides Ambition! If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods? If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless In the pay of our doctors In bottle if not on draught (oratory) Intrusion of hard material statements, facts Judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Let but the throb be kept for others--That is the one secret Love must needs be an egoism Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Memory inspired by the sensations Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle Naturally as deceived as he wished to be Nature and Law never agreed Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Next door to the Last Trump No companionship save with the wound they nurse Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances Not always the right thing to do the right thing Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments Official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal One wants a little animation in a husband Optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years People of a provocative prosperity Pessimy is invulnerable Portrait of himself by the artist Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration Satirist is an executioner by profession Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Slave of existing conventions Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer Startled by the criticism in laughter State of feverish patriotism Statistics are according to their conjurors Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke The homage we pay him flatters us The effects of the infinitely little The night went past as a year The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) The worst of it is, that we remember The face of a stopped watch The impalpable which has prevailing weight There is little to be learnt when a little is known They helped her to feel at home with herself They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night They do not live; they are engines Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish Universal censor's angry spite Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V1 [GM#83][GM83V10.TXT]4477 A female free-thinker is one of Satan's concubines A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career Curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning He loathed a skulker I'm for a rational Deity Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You're going to be men, meaning something better than women LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V2 [GM#84][GM84V10.TXT]4478 A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense And not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat Botched mendings will only make them worse Convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer This female talk of the eternities To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V3 [GM#85][GM85V10.TXT]4479 As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them Careful not to smell of his office Chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly Consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure Convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies Death is only the other side of the ditch Didn't say a word No use in talking about feelings Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring He took small account of the operations of the feelings Her duel with Time Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman I hate old age It changes you so Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Never nurse an injury, great or small No love can be without jealousy Old age is a prison wall between us and young people Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners Professional Puritans Regularity of the grin of dentistry That pit of one of their dead silences The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it The good life gone lives on in the mind The shots hit us behind you The spending, never harvesting, world The terrible aggregate social woman Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V4 [GM#86][GM86V10.TXT]4480 A bird that won't roast or boil or stew Acting is not of the high class which conceals the art Ah! we fall into their fictions Bad luck's not repeated every day Keep heart for the good Began the game of Pull By nature incapable of asking pardon Consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent Having contracted the fatal habit of irony He had to shake up wrath over his grievances Her vehement fighting against facts His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means His restored sense of possession How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light One night, and her character's gone Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess Policy seems to petrify their minds Rage of a conceited schemer tricked Respect one another's affectations To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend Uncommon unprogressiveness When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect With what little wisdom the world is governed LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V5 [GM#87][GM87V10.TXT]4481 Affected misapprehensions Any excess pushes to craziness Bad laws are best broken Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women Bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls Boys, of course--but men, too! But had sunk to climb on a firmer footing Challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene Could we--we might be friends Death is always next door Desire of it destroyed it Detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough Distaste for all exercise once pleasurable Divided lovers in presence Enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism Exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them I look on the back of life I married a cook She expects a big appetite I want no more, except to be taught to work If the world is hostile we are not to blame it Increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got Learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas Look well behind Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example Necessity's offspring One has to feel strong in a delicate position Our love and labour are constantly on trial Perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe Person in another world beyond this world of blood Practical for having an addiction to the palpable Screams of an uninjured lady Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion She had a thirsting mind She had to be the hypocrite or else--leap Silence was doing the work of a scourge Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her So says the minute Years are before you The next ten minutes will decide our destinies The woman side of him There are women who go through life not knowing love There is no history of events below the surface They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be Things are not equal Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny We don't go together into a garden of roses Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her Women are happier enslaved World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, ALL[GM#88][GM88V10.TXT]4482 A bird that won't roast or boil or stew A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon A female free-thinker is one of Satan's concubines Acting is not of the high class which conceals the art Affected misapprehensions Ah! we fall into their fictions All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked And not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat Any excess pushes to craziness As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! Bad luck's not repeated every day Keep heart for the good Bad laws are best broken Began the game of Pull Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women Botched mendings will only make them worse Bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them Boys, of course--but men, too! But had sunk to climb on a firmer footing By nature incapable of asking pardon Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college Careful not to smell of his office Challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene Chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly Consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent Consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure Convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies Convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career Could we--we might be friends Curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen Death is only the other side of the ditch Death is always next door Desire of it destroyed it Detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough Didn't say a word No use in talking about feelings Distaste for all exercise once pleasurable Divided lovers in presence Enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring Exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman Having contracted the fatal habit of irony He had to shake up wrath over his grievances He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He loathed a skulker He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning Her vehement fighting against facts Her duel with Time His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means His restored sense of possession Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them I hate old age It changes you so I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me I look on the back of life I want no more, except to be taught to work I married a cook She expects a big appetite I'm for a rational Deity If the world is hostile we are not to blame it Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm Increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Look well behind Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example Necessity's offspring Never nurse an injury, great or small Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity No love can be without jealousy Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes Old age is a prison wall between us and young people One has to feel strong in a delicate position One night, and her character's gone One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt Our love and labour are constantly on trial Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners Perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe Person in another world beyond this world of blood Policy seems to petrify their minds Practical for having an addiction to the palpable Professional Puritans Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity Rage of a conceited schemer tricked Regularity of the grin of dentistry Respect one another's affectations Screams of an uninjured lady Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion She had to be the hypocrite or else--leap She had a thirsting mind Silence was doing the work of a scourge Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her So says the minute Years are before you That pit of one of their dead silences The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance The spending, never harvesting, world The shots hit us behind you The terrible aggregate social woman The next ten minutes will decide our destinies The woman side of him The good life gone lives on in the mind The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it There is no history of events below the surface There are women who go through life not knowing love They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be Things are not equal Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week This female talk of the eternities Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end Uncommon unprogressiveness Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage We don't go together into a garden of roses When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her With what little wisdom the world is governed Women are happier enslaved World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You're going to be men, meaning something better than women THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, V1[GM#89][GM89V10.TXT]4483 Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory Amused after their tiresome work of slaughter And her voice, against herself, was for England As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As if the age were the injury! Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them But a great success is full of temptations Could affect me then, without being flung at me Country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love Drank to show his disdain of its powers Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl Found that he 'cursed better upon water' Good-bye to sorrow for a while--Keep your tears for the living Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will Innocence and uncleanness may go together It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win Past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character So much for morality in those days! Steady shakes them Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother They could have pardoned her a younger lover Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead Very little parleying between determined men Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm on skates Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of You are to imagine that they know everything You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, V2[GM#90][GM90V10.TXT]4484 Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset Drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless Father and she were aware of one another without conversing Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot He was the prisoner of his word Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Life is the burlesque of young dreams Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall On a morning when day and night were made one by fog Poetic romance is delusion Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball She endured meekly, when there was no meekness She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She stood with a dignity that the word did not express There is no driver like stomach Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, V3[GM#91][GM91V10.TXT]4485 Always the shout for more produced it ("News") Anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement Call of the great world's appetite for more (Invented news) Enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness She was thrust away because because he had offended Women treat men as their tamed housemates THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, V4[GM#92][GM92V10.TXT]4486 Be the woman and have the last word! Charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting Deeds only are the title Detested titles, invented by the English He did not vastly respect beautiful women Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism One idea is a bullet Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding Religion is the one refuge from women Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments The embraced respected woman The habit of the defensive paralyzes will The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet Their sneer withers Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night With one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself You want me to flick your indecision THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, V5[GM#93][GM93V10.TXT]4487 A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar Advised not to push at a shut gate As faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them Bent double to gather things we have tossed away Contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers Flung him, pitied him, and passed on Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper He had wealth for a likeness of strength Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have Injury forbids us to be friends again Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it Pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity Style is the mantle of greatness That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those who know little and dread much To most men women are knaves or ninnies Wakening to the claims of others--Youth's infant conscience We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words THE AMAZING MARRIAGE, ENTIRE [GM#94][GM94V10.TXT]4488 A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory Advised not to push at a shut gate Always the shout for more produced it ("News") Amused after their tiresome work of slaughter And her voice, against herself, was for England Anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement As faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As if the age were the injury! Be the woman and have the last word! Bent double to gather things we have tossed away Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them But a great success is full of temptations Call of the great world's appetite for more (Invented news) Charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset Contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war Could affect me then, without being flung at me Country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting Deeds only are the title Detested titles, invented by the English Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love Drank to show his disdain of its powers Drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit Enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Father and she were aware of one another without conversing Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers Flung him, pitied him, and passed on Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl Found that he 'cursed better upon water' Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot Good-bye to sorrow for a while--Keep your tears for the living Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool He did not vastly respect beautiful women He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He had wealth for a likeness of strength He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He was the prisoner of his word Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have Injury forbids us to be friends again Innocence and uncleanness may go together It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Life is the burlesque of young dreams Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism On a morning when day and night were made one by fog One idea is a bullet Past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity Pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel Poetic romance is delusion Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness Religion is the one refuge from women Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She was thrust away because because he had offended She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She endured meekly, when there was no meekness Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off So much for morality in those days! So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character Steady shakes them Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity Style is the mantle of greatness Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" The habit of the defensive paralyzes will The embraced respected woman The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments Their sneer withers There is no driver like stomach There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him They could have pardoned her a younger lover Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those who know little and dread much Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night To most men women are knaves or ninnies Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead Very little parleying between determined men Wakening to the claims of others--Youth's infant conscience Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm on skates We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another With one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Women treat men as their tamed housemates Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre You are to imagine that they know everything You want me to flick your indecision CELT AND SAXON, V1 [GM#95][GM95V10.TXT]4489 A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot A lady's company-smile A superior position was offered her by her being silent And it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar Arch-devourer Time As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula As secretive as they are sensitive Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history Constitutionally discontented Decency's a dirty petticoat in the Garden of Innocence England's the foremost country of the globe Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose He judged of others by himself Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Here, where he both wished and wished not to be I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I detest enthusiasm I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there Indirect communication with heaven Ireland 's the sore place of England Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Mika! you did it in cold blood? No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Old houses are doomed to burnings Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains The race is for domestic peace, my boy We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets Welsh blood is queer blood Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed CELT AND SAXON, V2 [GM#96][GM96V10.TXT]4490 A whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret Ah! we're in the enemy's country now Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm Foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs He was not alive for his own pleasure Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles I baint done yet Irishmen will never be quite sincere Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means May lull themselves with their wakefulness Never forget that old Ireland is weeping Not every chapter can be sunshine Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties Paying compliments and spoiling a game! Secret of the art was his meaning what he said Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Tears of men sink plummet-deep Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good CELT AND SAXON, ENTIRE [GM#97][GM97V10.TXT]4491 A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot A lady's company-smile A superior position was offered her by her being silent A whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman Ah! we're in the enemy's country now And it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar Arch-devourer Time As secretive as they are sensitive As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history Constitutionally discontented Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm Decency's a dirty petticoat in the Garden of Innocence England's the foremost country of the globe Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody Foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs He judged of others by himself He was not alive for his own pleasure Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Here, where he both wished and wished not to be Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I detest enthusiasm I baint done yet Indirect communication with heaven Ireland 's the sore place of England Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances Irishmen will never be quite sincere Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was May lull themselves with their wakefulness Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Mika! you did it in cold blood? Never forget that old Ireland is weeping No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) Not every chapter can be sunshine Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties Old houses are doomed to burnings Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Paying compliments and spoiling a game! Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under Secret of the art was his meaning what he said Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom Tears of men sink plummet-deep Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains The race is for domestic peace, my boy They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets Welsh blood is queer blood Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed FARINA [GM#98][GM98V10.TXT]4492 A generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side All are friends who sit at table Be what you seem, my little one Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence Civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine Dangerous things are uttered after the third glass Everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach Face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon Gratitude never was a woman's gift It was harder to be near and not close Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off Never reckon on womankind for a wise act Self-incense Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth Suspicion was her best witness Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping We like well whatso we have done good work for Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness CASE OF GENERAL OPEL [GM#99][GM99V10.TXT]4493 Can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity Nature is not of necessity always roaring Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls Spare me that word "female" as long as you live The mildness of assured dictatorship When we see our veterans tottering to their fall THE TALE OF CHLOE [GM#100][GN00V10.TXT]4494 All flattery is at somebody's expense Be philosophical, but accept your personal dues But I leave it to you Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance If I do not speak of payment Intellectual contempt of easy dupes Invite indecision to exhaust their scruples Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted Primitive appetite for noise She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost They miss their pleasure in pursuing it This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land THE HOUSE ON THE BEACH [GM#101][GN01V10.TXT]4495 Adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality Causes him to be popularly weighed Distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked Eccentric behaviour in trifles Excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony Generally he noticed nothing Good jokes are not always good policy I make a point of never recommending my own house Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? Lend him your own generosity Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Naughtily Australian and kangarooly Not in love--She was only not unwilling to be in love Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor She began to feel that this was life in earnest She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better Sunning itself in the glass of Envy That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples The intricate, which she takes for the infinite Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience THE GENTLEMAN OF FIFTY [GM#102][GN02V10.TXT]4496 A wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it A woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans Gentleman in a good state of preservation Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men Rapture of obliviousness Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her THE SENTIMENTALISTS(PLAY) [GM#103][GN03V10.TXT]4497 A great oration may be a sedative A male devotee is within an inch of a miracle Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much below As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos Back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself Cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite Excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe I who respect the state of marriage by refusing Love and war have been compared--Both require strategy Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife Period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant Pitiful conceit in men Rejoicing they have in their common agreement Self-worship, which is often self-distrust Suspects all young men and most young women Their idol pitched before them on the floor Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Your devotion craves an enormous exchange MISCELLANEOUS PROSE [GM#104][GN04V10.TXT]4498 A very doubtful benefit Americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning As becomes them, they do not look ahead Charges of cynicism are common against all satirists Fourth of the Georges Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate Holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us Men overweeningly in love with their creations Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer Petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction The social world he looked at did not show him heroes The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient We trust them or we crush them We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever THE ENTIRE SHORT WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH [GM#105][GN05V10.TXT]4499 A wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it A woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans A generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side A very doubtful benefit A great oration may be a sedative A male devotee is within an inch of a miracle Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much below Adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality All are friends who sit at table All flattery is at somebody's expense Americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning As becomes them, they do not look ahead As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos Back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself Be what you seem, my little one Be philosophical, but accept your personal dues Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence But I leave it to you Can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted Causes him to be popularly weighed Charges of cynicism are common against all satirists Civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine Cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite Dangerous things are uttered after the third glass Distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war Eccentric behaviour in trifles Everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach Excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality Excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony Face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon Fourth of the Georges Generally he noticed nothing Gentleman in a good state of preservation Good jokes are not always good policy Gratitude never was a woman's gift Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody Holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold I who respect the state of marriage by refusing I make a point of never recommending my own house I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate If I do not speak of payment Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? Intellectual contempt of easy dupes Invite indecision to exhaust their scruples Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? It was harder to be near and not close It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men Lend him your own generosity Love and war have been compared--Both require strategy Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men overweeningly in love with their creations Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike Nature is not of necessity always roaring Naughtily Australian and kangarooly Never reckon on womankind for a wise act No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer Not in love--She was only not unwilling to be in love Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife Period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant Petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied Pitiful conceit in men Primitive appetite for noise Rapture of obliviousness Rejoicing they have in their common agreement Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor Self-incense Self-worship, which is often self-distrust She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She began to feel that this was life in earnest She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth Spare me that word "female" as long as you live Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction Sunning itself in the glass of Envy Suspects all young men and most young women Suspicion was her best witness Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples The intricate, which she takes for the infinite The social world he looked at did not show him heroes The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity The mildness of assured dictatorship Their idol pitched before them on the floor They miss their pleasure in pursuing it This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever We like well whatso we have done good work for We trust them or we crush them Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty When we see our veterans tottering to their fall When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Your devotion craves an enormous exchange THE ENTIRE PG WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH [GM#106][GN06V10.TXT]4500 A young philosopher's an old fool! A string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger A wound of the same kind that we are inflicting A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A share of pity for the objects she despised A style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar A male devotee is within an inch of a miracle A night that had shivered repose A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry A kindly sense of superiority A high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird A witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power A kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver A great oration may be a sedative A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot A lady's company-smile A superior position was offered her by her being silent A whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization A man who rejected medicine in extremity A maker of Proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit A dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman A tear would have overcome him--She had not wept A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old A fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin A very doubtful benefit A generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side A woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth A marriage without love is dishonour A plunge into the deep is of little moment A woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans A wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds A man to be trusted with the keys of anything A bird that won't roast or boil or stew A female free-thinker is one of Satan's concubines A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much below Above all things I detest the writing for money Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory Accustomed to be paid for by his country Acting is not of the high class which conceals the art Active despair is a passion that must be superseded Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow Adept in the lie implied Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower Admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds Admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight Adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality Advised not to push at a shut gate Affected misapprehensions Affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts After forty, men have married their habits Agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes Ah! we fall into their fictions Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner Ah! we're in the enemy's country now Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity Alike believe that Providence is for them All passed too swift for happiness All are friends who sit at table All concessions to the people have been won from fear All flattery is at somebody's expense All of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement All women are the same--Know one, know all All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair Although it blew hard when Caesar crossed the Rubicon Always the shout for more produced it ("News") Am I ill? I must be hungry! Am I thy master, or thou mine? Americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes Amused after their tiresome work of slaughter An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! An obedient creature enough where he must be An edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer An angry woman will think the worst An incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top An instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity And her voice, against herself, was for England And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence And to these instructions he gave an aim: "First be virtuous" And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end? And never did a stroke of work in my life And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home And one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher And it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar And not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat Anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement Anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing Anticipate opposition by initiating measures Any excess pushes to craziness Any man is in love with any woman Appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions Appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker Arch-devourer Time Are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an English audience Aristocratic assumption of licence Arm'd with Fear the Foe finds passage to the vital part Arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer Art of speaking on politics tersely Art of despising what he coveted As faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos As the Lord decided, so it would end! "Oh, delicious creed!" As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness As fair play as a woman's lord could give her As when nations are secretly preparing for war As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula As secretive as they are sensitive As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! As becomes them, they do not look ahead As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them As if the age were the injury! As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Ask not why, where reason never was Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side Automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction Avoid the position that enforces publishing Back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself Bad laws are best broken Bad luck's not repeated every day Keep heart for the good Bade his audience to beware of princes Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be the woman and have the last word! Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone Be good and dull, and please everybody Be philosophical, but accept your personal dues Be what you seem, my little one Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--The eye is our servant Beauchamp's career Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Beautiful servicelessness Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Because you loved something better than me Because men can't abide praise of another man Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence Began the game of Pull Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century Belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Bent double to gather things we have tossed away Better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love Beware the silent one of an assembly! Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss Botched mendings will only make them worse Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them Boys, of course--but men, too! Boys are unjust Braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brittle is foredoomed Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself But a great success is full of temptations But is there such a thing as happiness But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off But love for a parent is not merely duty But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly But I leave it to you But you must be beautiful to please some men But had sunk to climb on a firmer footing By nature incapable of asking pardon By forbearance, put it in the wrong By resisting, I made him a tyrant By our manner of loving we are known Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college Call of the great world's appetite for more (Invented news) Calm fanaticism of the passion of love Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Can a man go farther than his nature? Can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted Cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness Canvassing means intimidation or corruption Capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing Capricious potentate whom they worship Careful not to smell of his office Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks Carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask Causes him to be popularly weighed Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies Challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene Charges of cynicism are common against all satirists Charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment Charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked Chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness Cheerful martyr Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow Civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine Claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges Clotilde fenced, which is half a confession Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset Cold charity to all Cold curiosity Come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything Comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity Command of countenance the Countess possessed Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors Common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered Compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement Complacent languor of the wise youth Compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring Compromise is virtual death Conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent Consent to take life as it is Consent of circumstances Conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath Consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure Constitutionally discontented Consult the family means--waste your time Contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther Continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair Convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury Convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies Convictions are generally first impressions Convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity Cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm Could affect me then, without being flung at me Could we--we might be friends Could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? Could have designed this gabbler for the mate Country can go on very well without so much speech-making Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities Country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting Cover of action as an escape from perplexity Cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change Critical in their first glance at a prima donna Critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear Cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite Curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel Dangerous things are uttered after the third glass Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but attraction Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers Death is only the other side of the ditch Death within which welcomed a death without Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes Death is always next door Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable Decency's a dirty petticoat in the Garden of Innocence Decent insincerity Decline to practise hypocrisy Dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle Deeds only are the title Deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's Defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends Delay in thine undertaking Is disaster of thy own making Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal Depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. Desire of it destroyed it Despises hostile elements and goes unpunished Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it Detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough Detested titles, invented by the English Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women Dialectical stiffness Dialogue between Nature and Circumstance Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed Didn't say a word No use in talking about feelings Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man Discover the writers in a day when all are writing! Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Disqualification of constantly offending prejudices Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Distaste for all exercise once pleasurable Distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war Dithyrambic inebriety of narration Divided lovers in presence Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man Dogs die more decently than we men Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest Drank to show his disdain of its powers Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage Drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless Dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Eccentric behaviour in trifles Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her Eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Enamoured young men have these notions Enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market England's the foremost country of the globe English maids are domesticated savage animals English antipathy to babblers Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony Enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring Envy of the man of positive knowledge Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal Every failure is a step advanced Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations Excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality Excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony Expectations dupe us, not trust Explaining of things to a dull head Externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless Exuberant anticipatory trustfulness Exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon Failures oft are but advising friends Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them Fantastical Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Fast growing to be an eccentric by profession Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Father and she were aware of one another without conversing Favour can't help coming by rotation Fear nought so much as Fear itself Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends Few feelings are single on this globe Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Finishing touches to the negligence Fire smoothes the creases Fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner Flung him, pitied him, and passed on Foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl Foolish trick of thinking for herself For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Forgetfulness is like a closing sea Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Found that he 'cursed better upon water' Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Fourth of the Georges Frankness as an armour over wariness Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Generally he noticed nothing Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors Gentleman in a good state of preservation Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Get back what we give Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Good jokes are not always good policy Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Good and evil work together in this world Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good-bye to sorrow for a while--Keep your tears for the living Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Gradations appear to be unknown to you Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Grand air of pitying sadness Gratitude never was a woman's gift Gratuitous insult Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) Habit of antedating his sagacity Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Habit had legalized his union with her Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Had come to be her lover through being her husband Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Half a dozen dozen left Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance Happy the woman who has not more to speak Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her Having contracted the fatal habit of irony He was not alive for his own pleasure He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He clearly could not learn from misfortune He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He would neither retort nor defend himself He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He thinks or he chews He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two He postponed it to the next minute and the next He is in the season of faults He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well He stormed her and consented to be beaten He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He had his character to maintain He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence He judged of others by himself He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies He was the prisoner of his word He, by insisting, made me a rebel He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He will be a part of every history (the fool) He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He put no question to anybody He gained much by claiming little He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He lost the art of observing himself He bowed to facts He runs too much from first principles to extremes He condensed a paragraph into a line He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He never explained He had wealth for a likeness of strength He did not vastly respect beautiful women He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning He had to shake up wrath over his grievances He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He loathed a skulker He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy Heights of humour beyond laughter Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Her vehement fighting against facts Her duel with Time Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate Here, where he both wished and wished not to be Hermits enamoured of wind and rain Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use Herself, content to be dull if he might shine Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake His equanimity was fictitious His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence His ridiculous equanimity His fancy performed miraculous feats His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means His restored sense of possession His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency Holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic How many instruments cannot clever women play upon How little a thing serves Fortune's turn How Success derides Ambition! How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? How many degrees from love gratitude may be Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I ain't a speeder of matrimony I haven't got the pluck of a flea I never pay compliments to transparent merit I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I always respected her; I never liked her I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service I do not defend myself ever I want no more, except to be taught to work I married a cook She expects a big appetite I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I cannot get on with Gibbon I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them I hate old age It changes you so I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me I look on the back of life I who respect the state of marriage by refusing I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I am not ashamed I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I can't think brisk out of my breeches I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I had to cross the park to give a lesson I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear I know nothing of imagination I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me I do not see it, because I will not see it I wanted a hero I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I cannot say less, and will say no more I baint done yet I detest enthusiasm I make a point of never recommending my own house I laughed louder than was necessary I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will I don't count them against women (moods) I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet I give my self, I do not sell I'll come as straight as I can I'm for a rational Deity I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit Idea is the only vital breath Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have If the world is hostile we are not to blame it If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks If I do not speak of payment If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods? If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you If thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! If I'm struck, I strike back If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man Impossible for him to think that women thought Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt In the pay of our doctors In bottle if not on draught (oratory) Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought Increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got Indirect communication with heaven Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked Infallibility of our august mother Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them Inferences are like shadows on the wall Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men Injury forbids us to be friends again Innocence and uncleanness may go together Insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case Intellectual contempt of easy dupes Intensely communicative, but inarticulate Intentions are really rich possessions Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will Intrusion of hard material statements, facts Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Invite indecision to exhaust their scruples Ireland 's the sore place of England Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances Irishmen will never be quite sincere Ironical fortitude Irony instead of eloquence Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irony that seemed to spring from aversion Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? Is it any waste of time to write of love? Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand It was harder to be near and not close It is the best of signs when women take to her It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It is better for us both, of course It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy January was watering and freezing old earth by turns Judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals Just bad inquirin' too close among men Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Kindness is kindness, all over the world Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Lay no petty traps for opportunity Laying of ghosts is a public duty Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them Learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Lend him your own generosity Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! Let but the throb be kept for others--That is the one secret Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Life is the burlesque of young dreams Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Listened to one another, and blinded the world Literature is a good stick and a bad horse Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by Littlenesses of which women are accused Loathing for speculation Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Longing for love and dependence Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future Look well behind Look within, and avoid lying Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Looking on him was listening Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Love and war have been compared--Both require strategy Love the difficulty better than the woman Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Love must needs be an egoism Love dies like natural decay Love, with his accustomed cunning Love the poor devil Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Love is a contagious disease Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Man owes a duty to his class Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Martyrs of love or religion are madmen Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Matter that is not nourishing to brains Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm May lull themselves with their wakefulness May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Memory inspired by the sensations Men in love are children with their mistresses Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Men overweeningly in love with their creations Men had not pleased him of late Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Men they regard as their natural prey Mental and moral neuters Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle Mika! you did it in cold blood? Mindless, he says, and arrogant Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity Money is of course a rough test of virtue Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses Moral indignation is ever consolatory Morales, madame, suit ze sun More argument I cannot bear More culpable the sparer than the spared Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike Mutual deference My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself My plain story is of two Kentish damsels My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle Nations at war are wild beasts Naturally as deceived as he wished to be Nature and Law never agreed Nature is not of necessity always roaring Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Naughtily Australian and kangarooly Necessary for him to denounce somebody Necessity's offspring Needed support of facts, and feared them Never nurse an injury, great or small Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Never forget that old Ireland is weeping Never reckon on womankind for a wise act Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities Never, never love a married woman Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never pretend to know a girl by her face Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity Next door to the Last Trump Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is No runner can outstrip his fate No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters No heart to dare is no heart to love! No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale No word is more lightly spoken than shame No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) No great harm done when you're silent No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers No love can be without jealousy No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent No companionship save with the wound they nurse No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Not every chapter can be sunshine Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent Not always the right thing to do the right thing Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer Not in love--She was only not unwilling to be in love Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted Nothing is a secret that has been spoken Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Nought credit but what outward orbs reveal Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties O self! self! self! O for yesterday! O heaven! of what avail is human effort? Obedience oils necessity Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account Official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea Oh! beastly bathos Oh! I can't bear that class of people Old age is a prison wall between us and young people Old houses are doomed to burnings Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves On a morning when day and night were made one by fog On which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? On a wild April morning On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal Once my love? said he. Not now?--does it mean, not now? Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty One has to feel strong in a delicate position One night, and her character's gone One wants a little animation in a husband One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough One might build up a respectable figure in negatives One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them One idea is a bullet One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us One who studies is not being a fool Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface Optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years Or where you will, so that's in Ireland Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt Our partner is our master Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher Our love and labour are constantly on trial Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Pain is a cloak that wraps you about Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men Partake of a morning draught Passion is not invariably love Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire Passion does not inspire dark appetite--Dainty innocence does Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess Past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw Patience is the pestilence Patronizing woman Paying compliments and spoiling a game! Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query People of a provocative prosperity People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners Perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe Period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends Person in another world beyond this world of blood Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language Pessimy is invulnerable Petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Pitiful conceit in men Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost Play second fiddle without looking foolish Play the great game of blunders Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Poetic romance is delusion Policy seems to petrify their minds Polished barbarism Politics as well as the other diseases Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask Portrait of himself by the artist Practical for having an addiction to the palpable Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Pride is the God of Pagans Pride in being always myself Primitive appetite for noise Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Professional Puritans Professional widows Profound belief in her partiality for him Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class Providence and her parents were not forgiven Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity Puns are the smallpox of the language Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding Question with some whether idiots should live Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance Rage of a conceited schemer tricked Rapture of obliviousness Rare men of honour who can command their passion Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done Real happiness is a state of dulness Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Regularity of the grin of dentistry Rejoicing they have in their common agreement Religion is the one refuge from women Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration Reproof of such supererogatory counsel Requiring natural services from her in the button department Respect one another's affectations Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower Revived for them so much of themselves Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale Rogue on the tremble of detection Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher Satirist is an executioner by profession Says you're so clever you ought to be a man Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear Screams of an uninjured lady Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Secret of the art was his meaning what he said Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Self-consoled when they are not self-justified Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another Self-incense Self-worship, which is often self-distrust Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution Serene presumption Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins Sham spiritualism Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep She believed friendship practicable between men and women She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She began to feel that this was life in earnest She had a fatal attraction for antiques She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She thought that friendship was sweeter than love She endured meekly, when there was no meekness She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She felt in him a maker of facts She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She herself did not like to be seen eating in public She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She had great awe of the word 'business' She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling She had to be the hypocrite or else--leap She had a thirsting mind She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls She was sick of personal freedom She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She can make puddens and pies She was thrust away because because he had offended Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes Silence was doing the work of a scourge Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Simple obstinacy of will sustained her Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Sinners are not to repent only in words Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Slave of existing conventions Slaves of the priests Sleepless night Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce Small things producing great consequences Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smart remarks have their measured distances Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight So says the minute Years are before you So much for morality in those days! So the frog telleth tadpoles Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion Some so-called laws of honour Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Spare me that word "female" as long as you live Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing Speech is poor where emotion is extreme Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Startled by the criticism in laughter State of feverish patriotism Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction Statistics are according to their conjurors Steady shakes them Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Strength in love is the sole sincerity Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity Stultification of one's feelings and ideas Style is the mantle of greatness Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Sunning itself in the glass of Envy Suspects all young men and most young women Suspicion was her best witness Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic Sympathy is for proving, not prating Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tears of men sink plummet-deep Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged Tension of the old links keeping us together Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" That is life--when we dare death to live! That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That a mask is a concealment That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples That beautiful trust which habit gives That pit of one of their dead silences That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The greed of gain is our volcano The power to give and take flattery to any amount The worst of it is, that we remember The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The way is clear: we have only to take the step The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The turn will come to us as to others--and go The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The defensive is perilous policy in war The healthy only are fit to live The language of party is eloquent The world without him would be heavy matter The weighty and the trivial contended The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The people always wait for the winner The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write The worst of omens is delay The blindness of Fortune is her one merit The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The thrust sinned in its shrewdness The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The well of true wit is truth itself The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The impalpable which has prevailing weight The face of a stopped watch The most dangerous word of all--ja The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) The night went past as a year The effects of the infinitely little The homage we pay him flatters us The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it The good life gone lives on in the mind The woman side of him The next ten minutes will decide our destinies The terrible aggregate social woman The shots hit us behind you The spending, never harvesting, world The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The love that survives has strangled craving The thought stood in her eyes The proper defence for a nation is its history The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The commonest things are the worst done The world is wise in its way The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown The overwise themselves hoodwink The kindest of men can be cruel The devil trusts nobody The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss The critic that sneers The habit of the defensive paralyzes will The intricate, which she takes for the infinite The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity The social world he looked at did not show him heroes The mildness of assured dictatorship The race is for domestic peace, my boy The embraced respected woman The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost The curse of sorrow is comparison! The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously Their hearts are eaten up by property Their sneer withers Their not caring to think at all Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths Their idol pitched before them on the floor Then, if you will not tell me Then for us the struggle, for him the grief There is no first claim There is no history of events below the surface There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia There is no driver like stomach There are women who go through life not knowing love There is little to be learnt when a little is known There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness There is no step backward in life There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly They do not live; they are engines They helped her to feel at home with herself They have not to speak to exhibit their minds They have their thinking done for them They had all noticed, seen, and observed They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate They are little ironical laughter--Accidents They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they They miss their pleasure in pursuing it They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night They could have pardoned her a younger lover They create by stoppage a volcano They believe that the angels have been busy about them They have no sensitiveness, we have too much They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be They're always having to retire and always hissing Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week Things are not equal Thirst for the haranguing of crowds This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure This female talk of the eternities This love they rattle about and rave about This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those days of intellectual coxcombry Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Those who know little and dread much Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Times when an example is needed by brave men Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery Tis the first step that makes a path Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air To beg the vote and wink the bribe To most men women are knaves or ninnies To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end Tongue flew, thought followed Too many time-servers rot the State Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Too often hangs the house on one loose stone Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy Top and bottom sin is cowardice Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness Touching a nerve Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper Trick for killing time without hurting him Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Troublesome appendages of success True enjoyment of the princely disposition True love excludes no natural duty Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience Two wishes make a will Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions Uncommon unprogressiveness Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Universal censor's angry spite Unseemly hour--unbetimes Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate Use your religion like a drug Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists Vanity maketh the strongest most weak Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art Very little parleying between determined men Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny Virtue of impatience Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her Wakening to the claims of others--Youth's infant conscience Want of courage is want of sense War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm on skates Was born on a hired bed Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Watch, and wait We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage We don't go together into a garden of roses We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We are good friends till we quarrel again We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude We women can read men by their power to love We trust them or we crush them We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We has long overshadowed "I" We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life We like well whatso we have done good work for We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We dare not be weak if we would We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night We can't hope to have what should be We have a system, not planned but grown We are chiefly led by hope We never see peace but in the features of the dead We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We are, in short, a civilized people We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We must fawn in society We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another We shall not be rich--nor poor We don't know we are in halves We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weather and women have some resemblance they say Weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting Well, sir, we must sell our opium Welsh blood is queer blood Went into endless invalid's laughter Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? What a stock of axioms young people have handy What the world says, is what the wind says What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature What ninnies call Nature in books What might have been What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When we see our veterans tottering to their fall When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Where love exists there is goodness Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books Who beguiles so much as Self? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Who venerate when they love Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Who cannot talk!--but who can? Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her Why, he'll snap your head off for a word Why should these men take so much killing? Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly Wise in not seeking to be too wise With what little wisdom the world is governed With a proud humility With one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm With that I sail into the dark With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Women are happier enslaved Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women treat men as their tamed housemates Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule Women and men are in two hostile camps Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing a good man for his friendship Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter Work is medicine World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly World cannot pardon a breach of continuity World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve World prefers decorum to honesty Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh You want me to flick your indecision You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre You are to imagine that they know everything You can master pain, but not doubt You may learn to know yourself through love You do want polish You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You are not married, you are simply chained You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving You talk your mother with a vengeance You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all You are entreated to repress alarm You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed You're going to be men, meaning something better than women You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake You're talking to me, not to a gallery You're the puppet of your women! 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