## QUOTES AND IMAGES FROM GEORGE MEREDITH

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    Title: Quotes and Images From The Works of George Meredith

    Author: George Meredith
                Edited and Arranged by David Widger

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# THE WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH

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## LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

George Meredith in 1893

The Sitting Room, Flint Cottage—May 18th 1909

Age 35

Age 68

Age 69

Age 72

Age 80

    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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