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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 night that had shivered repose A dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin A string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger A wound of the same kind that we are inflicting A tear would have overcome him—She had not wept A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver A fleet of South-westerly rain-clouds had been met in mid-sky A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry A kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman A woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth 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 A young philosopher's an old fool! A bird that won't roast or boil or stew A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense A male devotee is within an inch of a miracle A great oration may be a sedative A very doubtful benefit A generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side A woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans 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 fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old A share of pity for the objects she despised 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 marriage without love is dishonour A plunge into the deep is of little moment A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A man to be trusted with the keys of anything A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon A female free-thinker is one of Satan's concubines A wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it A man who rejected medicine in extremity A lady's company-smile A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart A whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret A superior position was offered her by her being silent A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Above all things I detest the writing for money Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much below Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing 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 forty, men have married their habits After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner Ah! we're in the enemy's country now Ah! we fall into their fictions Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity Alike believe that Providence is for them All of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement All concessions to the people have been won from fear All passed too swift for happiness All women are the same—Know one, know all All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked All are friends who sit at table All flattery is at somebody's expense 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 edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer An obedient creature enough where he must be 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 An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit And her voice, against herself, was for England And one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) And it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home And to these instructions he gave an aim: "First be virtuous" And not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat And never did a stroke of work in my life And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end? Anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement Anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing Anticipate opposition by initiating measures Any man is in love with any woman Any excess pushes to craziness 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 despising what he coveted Art of speaking on politics tersely As when nations are secretly preparing for war As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness As secretive as they are sensitive As the Lord decided, so it would end! "Oh, delicious creed!" As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! As faith comes—no saying how; one swears by them As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept As if the age were the injury! As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them As fair play as a woman's lord could give her As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos As becomes them, they do not look ahead Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Ask not why, where reason never was Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have 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 philosophical, but accept your personal dues Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Be what you seem, my little one Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone Be good and dull, and please everybody Be the woman and have the last word! Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists—The eye is our servant Beauchamp's career Beautiful servicelessness Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Because you loved something better than me Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Because men can't abide praise of another man 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 heard at night, in the nineteenth century Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women 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, of course—but men, too! Boys are unjust Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them 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 I leave it to you But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself But great, powerful London—the new universe to her spirit But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off But you must be beautiful to please some men But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But love for a parent is not merely duty But a great success is full of temptations But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) But is there such a thing as happiness But had sunk to climb on a firmer footing By our manner of loving we are known By forbearance, put it in the wrong By resisting, I made him a tyrant By nature incapable of asking pardon 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 believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted Can a man go farther than his nature? 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 curiosity Cold charity to all 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 we—we might be friends Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career Could the best of men be simply—a woman's friend? Could have designed this gabbler for the mate Could affect me then, without being flung at me Country can go on very well without so much speech-making Country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities 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 fashion of intimates who know as well as hear Critical in their first glance at a prima donna 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 always next door Death within which welcomed a death without Death is only the other side of the ditch Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes 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 I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? 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 (Scandal-sheet) 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 stomachs are foul counsellors Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him 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 antipathy to babblers English maids are domesticated savage animals Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony 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 failure is a step advanced Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal 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 and she were aware of one another without conversing Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Favour can't help coming by rotation Fear nought so much as Fear itself Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with 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 feelings are single on this globe Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield 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 by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Found that he 'cursed better upon water' 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 who does so much 'cause he says so little Gentleman in a good state of preservation 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 and evil work together in this world Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Good-bye to sorrow for a while—Keep your tears for the living Good maxim for the wrathful—speak not at all Good jokes are not always good policy 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 had legalized his union with her Habit of antedating his sagacity Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Had come to be her lover through being her husband Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Half a dozen dozen left Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen 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 to bear, at times unbearable Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs 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, by insisting, made me a rebel He bowed to facts He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He postponed it to the next minute and the next He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well He is in the season of faults He had his character to maintain He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He judged of others by himself He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two 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 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 He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously—It's the way at the beginning He never explained He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He was the prisoner of his word He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He had wealth for a likeness of strength He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He did not vastly respect beautiful women He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He was not a weaver of phrases in distress 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 runs too much from first principles to extremes He gained much by claiming little He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He stormed her and consented to be beaten He will be a part of every history (the fool) He was the maddest of tyrants—a weak one He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He condensed a paragraph into a line He lost the art of observing himself He had neat phrases, opinions in packets 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 intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Her vehement fighting against facts 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 Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight Her duel with Time Here, where he both wished and wished not to be Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate 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 aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given His ridiculous equanimity His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture His restored sense of possession His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together His equanimity was fictitious His fancy performed miraculous feats His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency Holding to his work after the strain's over—That tells the man 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 angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! How Success derides Ambition! How many degrees from love gratitude may be How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! How little a thing serves Fortune's turn How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? How many instruments cannot clever women play upon How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury 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 do not defend myself ever I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I have and hold—you shall hunger and covet I cannot get on with Gibbon I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me I married a cook She expects a big appetite I want no more, except to be taught to work I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I know nothing of imagination I haven't got the pluck of a flea I hate old age It changes you so I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service I can't think brisk out of my breeches I look on the back of life I never pay compliments to transparent merit I always respected her; I never liked her I give my self, I do not sell I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery—not deceit I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent I laughed louder than was necessary I had to cross the park to give a lesson I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I ain't a speeder of matrimony I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! 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 take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I am not ashamed I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I cannot say less, and will say no more I wanted a hero I do not see it, because I will not see it I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me 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 I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will I have all the luxuries—enough to loathe them 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 I don't count them against women (moods) I 'm a bachelor, and a person—you're married, and an object I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I never see anything, my dear I always wait for a thing to happen first 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 we are really for Nature, we are not lawless 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 I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you If the world is hostile we are not to blame it If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods? If thou wouldst fix remembrance— thwack! If I'm struck, I strike back If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature If I do not speak of payment 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 him to think that women thought Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In the pay of our doctors In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins In bottle if not on draught (oratory) In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody 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 the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Intrusion of hard material statements, facts 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 in him is only eulogy standing on its head Irony that seemed to spring from aversion Irony instead of eloquence Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? Is it any waste of time to write of love? It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It was harder to be near and not close It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast It is the best of signs when women take to her It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill It is better for us both, of course It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age It is no use trying to conceal anything from him 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 Judging 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 a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth 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 of artifice to raise emotion Loathing for speculation Longing for love and dependence Look within, and avoid lying Look well behind Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future 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, with his accustomed cunning Love the poor devil Love dies like natural decay Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Love and war have been compared—Both require strategy Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love must needs be an egoism Love is a contagious disease Love the difficulty better than the woman Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving 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 no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Making too much of it—a trick of the vulgar Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Man owes a duty to his class Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride 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 at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Married a wealthy manufacturer— bartered her blood for his money 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 overweeningly in love with their creations Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Men they regard as their natural prey Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Men in love are children with their mistresses Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Men had not pleased him of late 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 engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My plain story is of two Kentish damsels My first girl—she's brought disgrace on this house My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself 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 reckon on womankind for a wise act Never, never love a married woman Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never forget that old Ireland is weeping Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities Never nurse an injury, great or small Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time 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 nose to the hero, no moral to the tale No runner can outstrip his fate No companionship save with the wound they nurse No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers No great harm done when you're silent No heart to dare is no heart to love! No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No word is more lightly spoken than shame No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is No love can be without jealousy 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 every chapter can be sunshine Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer Not in love—She was only not unwilling to be in love Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer 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 to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Nothing is a secret that has been spoken Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted 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 for yesterday! O self! self! self! 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 houses are doomed to burnings Old age is a prison wall between us and young people Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves On a morning when day and night were made one by fog On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour On which does the eye linger longest— which draws the heart? On a wild April morning Once my love? said he. Not now?—does it mean, not now? Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty One wants a little animation in a husband One who studies is not being a fool One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light One might build up a respectable figure in negatives One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough One night, and her character's gone One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them One has to feel strong in a delicate position 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 idea is a bullet One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers Only true race, properly so called, out of India—German 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 most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us Our partner is our master Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Our love and labour are constantly on trial 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, he says, is noble strength on fire Passion is not invariably love Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess Passion does not inspire dark appetite— Dainty innocence does 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-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife Pebble may roll where it likes—not so the costly jewel Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose People of a provocative prosperity People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship 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 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 the great game of blunders Play second fiddle without looking foolish Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face 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 or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Practical for having an addiction to the palpable Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Pride in being always myself Pride is the God of Pagans Primitive appetite for noise Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Professional widows Professional Puritans 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 the gain of such an expenditure of energy Question with some whether idiots should live 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 as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Rare men of honour who can command their passion Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies 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 condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness Religion is the one refuge from women 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-consoled when they are not self-justified Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Self-incense Self-worship, which is often self-distrust Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another 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 marries, and it's the end of her sparkling She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations She had a fatal attraction for antiques She had great awe of the word 'business' She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She endured meekly, when there was no meekness She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She thought that friendship was sweeter than love She herself did not like to be seen eating in public She had a thirsting mind She was sick of personal freedom She believed friendship practicable between men and women She had to be the hypocrite or else— leap She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She felt in him a maker of facts She was not his match—To speak would be to succumb She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She began to feel that this was life in earnest She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She was thrust away because because he had offended She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She can make puddens and pies She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling 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 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 Silence was doing the work of a scourge 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 beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Small things producing great consequences 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 the frog telleth tadpoles So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat So says the minute Years are before you So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character So much for morality in those days! So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) 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 is poor where emotion is extreme Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing 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 of such a man have more of blood than of water in them Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tears of men sink plummet-deep 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 which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples That beautiful trust which habit gives That a mask is a concealment That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That is life—when we dare death to live! That pit of one of their dead silences That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity The most dangerous word of all—ja The impalpable which has prevailing weight The world is wise in its way The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The infant candidate delights in his honesty The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write The worst of it is, that we remember The old confession, that we cannot cook (The English) The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe The face of a stopped watch The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss The effects of the infinitely little The way is clear: we have only to take the step The devil trusts nobody The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer The weighty and the trivial contended The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The homage we pay him flatters us The worst of omens is delay The people always wait for the winner The healthy only are fit to live The defensive is perilous policy in war The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously The proper defence for a nation is its history The thought stood in her eyes The love that survives has strangled craving The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear The world without him would be heavy matter 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 The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The critic that sneers The blindness of Fortune is her one merit The religion of this vast English middle-class—Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The well of true wit is truth itself The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay The greed of gain is our volcano The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The turn will come to us as to others— and go The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The language of party is eloquent The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The kindest of men can be cruel The night went past as a year The social world he looked at did not show him heroes The overwise themselves hoodwink The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown The curse of sorrow is comparison! The race is for domestic peace, my boy The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet The embraced respected woman The habit of the defensive paralyzes will The intricate, which she takes for the infinite The mildness of assured dictatorship The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost 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 Their sneer withers Their not caring to think at all Their idol pitched before them on the floor Their hearts are eaten up by property Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths Then for us the struggle, for him the grief Then, if you will not tell me There is little to be learnt when a little is known There is no history of events below the surface There is no first claim There is no step backward in life There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter There is no driver like stomach There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them There are women who go through life not knowing love There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion 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 They have no sensitiveness, we have too much They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they They have not to speak to exhibit their minds They had all noticed, seen, and observed They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education They miss their pleasure in pursuing it They could have pardoned her a younger lover They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission They are little ironical laughter— Accidents They have their thinking done for them They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night They create by stoppage a volcano They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep They believe that the angels have been busy about them They helped her to feel at home with herself They do not live; they are engines They're always having to retire and always hissing Things are not equal Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week 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 love they rattle about and rave about This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief This female talk of the eternities Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Those who know little and dread much Those days of intellectual coxcombry Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away 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 be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish To most men women are knaves or ninnies To beg the vote and wink the bribe Tongue flew, thought followed Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Too many time-servers rot the State Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly Too often hangs the house on one loose stone 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 love excludes no natural duty True enjoyment of the princely disposition 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 wishes make a will Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them 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 I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Was born on a hired bed Watch, and wait We are, in short, a civilized people We shall not be rich—nor poor We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We has long overshadowed "I" We are good friends till we quarrel again We are chiefly led by hope We have a system, not planned but grown We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back We can't hope to have what should be We don't know we are in halves We must fawn in society 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 dare not be weak if we would We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We women can read men by their power to love We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We trust them or we crush them We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles We like well whatso we have done good work for We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We don't go together into a garden of roses We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side 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 might have been What the world says, is what the wind says What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What a stock of axioms young people have handy What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing What ninnies call Nature in books What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When we see our veterans tottering to their fall When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect Where love exists there is goodness Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books Who venerate when they love Who cannot talk!—but who can? Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Who beguiles so much as Self? Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why should these men take so much killing? Why, he'll snap your head off for a word Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her 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 that I sail into the dark With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With what little wisdom the world is governed With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm With one idea, we see nothing—nothing but itself With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With this money, said the demon, you might speculate With a proud humility 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 descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Women and men are in two hostile camps Women treat men as their tamed housemates Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Women are happier enslaved Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words Wooing a good man for his friendship Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter Work is medicine World cannot pardon a breach of continuity World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World prefers decorum to honesty World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels 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 accuse or you exonerate—Nobody can be half guilty You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You talk your mother with a vengeance You do want polish You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You are entreated to repress alarm You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering You can master pain, but not doubt You are not married, you are simply chained You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all You are to imagine that they know everything You may learn to know yourself through love You want me to flick your indecision You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving 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 the puppet of your women! You're talking to me, not to a gallery You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake You're going to be men, meaning something better than women You've got no friend but your bed Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise Your devotion craves an enormous exchange Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums
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