THE WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH



PROSE





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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






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A lover must have his delusions, just

as a man must have a skin



A madman gets madder when you talk

reason to him



A night that had shivered repose



A dash of conventionalism makes the

whole civilized world kin



A string of pearls: a woman who goes

beyond that's in danger



A wound of the same kind that we are

inflicting



A tear would have overcome him--She had

not wept



A tragic comedian: that is, a grand

pretender, a self-deceiver



A fleet of South-westerly rain-clouds

had been met in mid-sky



A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw

and worry



A kind of anchorage in case of

indiscretion



A cloud of millinery shoots me off a

mile from a woman



A woman's at the core of every plot man

plotteth



A witty woman is a treasure; a witty

Beauty is a power



A high wind will make a dead leaf fly

like a bird



A kindly sense of superiority



A young philosopher's an old fool!



A bird that won't roast or boil or stew



A woman, and would therefore listen to

nonsense



A male devotee is within an inch of a

miracle



A great oration may be a sedative



A very doubtful benefit



A generous enemy is a friend on the

wrong side



A woman is hurt if you do not confide

to her your plans



A woman who has mastered sauces sits on

the apex of civilization



A style of affable omnipotence about

the wise youth



A maker of Proverbs--what is he but a

narrow mind wit



A fortress face; strong and massive,

and honourable in ruin



A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar



A common age once, when he married her;

now she had grown old



A share of pity for the objects she

despised



A woman rises to her husband.  But a

man is what he is



A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to

shreds



A marriage without love is dishonour



A plunge into the deep is of little

moment



A sixpence kindly meant is worth any

crown-piece that's grudged



A man to be trusted with the keys of

anything



A free-thinker startles him as a kind

of demon



A female free-thinker is one of Satan's

concubines



A wise man will not squander his

laughter if he can help it



A man who rejected medicine in

extremity



A lady's company-smile



A country of compromise goes to pieces

at the first cannon-shot



A youth who is engaged in the

occupation of eating his heart



A whisper of cajolery in season is

often the secret



A superior position was offered her by

her being silent



A contented Irishman scarcely seems my

countryman



Abject sense of the lack of a

circumference



Above all things I detest the writing

for money



Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall

be very much below



Absolute freedom could be the worst of

perils



Accidents are the specific for averting

the maladies of age



Accounting his tight blue tail coat and

brass buttons a victory



Accounting for it, is not the same as

excusing



Accustomed to be paid for by his

country



Acting is not of the high class which

conceals the art



Active despair is a passion that must

be superseded



Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a

sound sleep to follow



Adept in the lie implied



Admirable scruples of an inveterate

borrower



Admiration of an enemy or oppressor

doing great deeds



Admires a girl when there's no married

woman or widow in sight



Adversary at once offensive and

helpless provokes brutality



Advised not to push at a shut gate



Affected misapprehensions



Affectedly gentle and unusually

roundabout opening



After forty, men have married their

habits



After five years of marriage, and

twelve of friendship



After a big blow, a very little one

scarcely counts



Agostino was enjoying the smoke of

paper cigarettes



Ah! how sweet to waltz through life

with the right partner



Ah!  we're in the enemy's country now



Ah! we fall into their fictions



Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity



Alike believe that Providence is for

them



All of us an ermined owl within us to

sit in judgement



All concessions to the people have been

won from fear



All passed too swift for happiness



All women are the same--Know one, know

all



All that Matey and Browny were

forbidden to write they looked



All are friends who sit at table



All flattery is at somebody's expense



Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent

the repair



Although it blew hard when Caesar

crossed the Rubicon



Always the shout for more produced it

("News")



Am I ill?  I must be hungry!



Am I thy master, or thou mine?



Americans forgivingly remember, without

mentioning



Amiable mirror as being wilfully

ruffled to confuse



Among boys there are laws of honour and

chivalrous codes



Amused after their tiresome work of

slaughter



An edge to his smile that cuts much

like a sneer



An obedient creature enough where he

must be



An angry woman will think the worst



An incomprehensible world indeed at the

bottom and at the top



An instinct labouring to supply the

deficiencies of stupidity



An old spoiler of women is worse than

one spoiled by them!



And now came war, the purifier and the

pestilence



And so Farewell my young Ambition! and

with it farewell all true



And he passed along the road, adds the

Philosopher



And, ladies, if you will consent to be

likened to a fruit



And her voice, against herself, was for

England



And one gets the worst of it (in any

bargain)



And it's one family where the dog is

pulled by the collar



And not any of your grand ladies can

match my wife at home



And to these instructions he gave an

aim: "First be virtuous"



And not be beaten by an acknowledged

defeat



And never did a stroke of work in my

life



And life said, Do it, and death said,

To what end?



Anecdotist to slaughter families for

the amusement



Anguish to think of having bent the

knee for nothing



Anticipate opposition by initiating

measures



Any man is in love with any woman



Any excess pushes to craziness



Appealed to reason in them; he would

not hear of convictions



Appetite to flourish at the cost of the

weaker



Arch-devourer Time



Are we practical?' penetrates the bosom

of an English audience



Aristocratic assumption of licence



Arm'd with Fear the Foe finds passage

to the vital part



Arrest the enemy by vociferations of

persistent prayer



Art of despising what he coveted



Art of speaking on politics tersely



As when nations are secretly preparing

for war



As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of

clumsiness



As secretive as they are sensitive



As the Lord decided, so it would end! 

"Oh, delicious creed!"



As well ask (women) how a battle-field

concerns them!



As faith comes--no saying how; one

swears by them



As if she had never heard him

previously enunciate the formula



As little trouble as the heath when the

woods are swept



As if the age were the injury!



As for titles, the way to defend them

is to be worthy of them



As fair play as a woman's lord could

give her



As for comparisons, they are flowers

thrown into the fire



As in all great oratory!  The key of it

is the pathos



As becomes them, they do not look ahead



Ashamed of letting his ears be filled

with secret talk



Ask not why, where reason never was



Ask pardon of you, without excusing

myself



Assist in our small sphere; not come

mouthing to the footlights



At the age of forty, men that love love

rootedly



At war with ourselves, means the best

happiness we can have



Attacked my conscience on the cowardly

side



Automatic creature is subject to the

laws of its construction



Avoid the position that enforces

publishing



Back from the altar to discover that

she has chained herself



Bad laws are best broken



Bad luck's not repeated every day Keep

heart for the good



Bade his audience to beware of princes



Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of

gallantry



Barriers are for those who cannot fly



Be philosophical, but accept your

personal dues



Be politic and give her elbow-room for

her natural angles



Be what you seem, my little one



Be on your guard the next two minutes

he gets you alone



Be good and dull, and please everybody



Be the woman and have the last word!



Bear in mind that we are

sentimentalists--The eye is our servant



Beauchamp's career



Beautiful servicelessness



Beautiful women in her position provoke

an intemperateness



Beautiful women may believe themselves

beloved



Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare



Because you loved something better than

me



Because he stood so high with her now

he feared the fall



Because men can't abide praise of

another man



Becoming air of appropriation that made

it family history



Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified

defence



Began the game of Pull



Beginning to have a movement to kiss

the whip



Behold the hero embarked in the

redemption of an erring beauty



Being heard at night, in the nineteenth

century



Being in heart and mind the brother to

the sister with women



Belief in the narrative by promoting

nausea in the audience



Believed in her love, and judged it by

the strength of his own



Bent double to gather things we have

tossed away



Better for men of extremely opposite

opinions not to meet



Between love grown old and indifference

ageing to love



Beware the silent one of an assembly!



Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green

meadow dipped to a ridge



Bitten hard at experience, and know the

value of a tooth



Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's

tight-rope above the old abyss



Botched mendings will only make them

worse



Bound to assure everybody at table he

was perfectly happy



Bounds of his intelligence closed their

four walls



Boys, of course--but men, too!



Boys are unjust



Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are

capable of doing them



Braggadocioing in deeds is only next

bad to mouthing it



Brains will beat Grim Death if we have

enough of them



Brief negatives are not re-assuring to

a lover's uneasy mind



British hunger for news; second only to

that for beef



Brittle is foredoomed



Brotherhood among the select who wear

masks instead of faces



But I leave it to you



But a woman must now and then

ingratiate herself



But great, powerful London--the new

universe to her spirit



But to strangle craving is indeed to go

through a death



But the flower is a thing of the

season; the flower drops off



But you must be beautiful to please

some men



But they were a hopeless couple, they

were so friendly



But the key to young men is the

ambition, or, in the place of it.....



But love for a parent is not merely

duty



But a great success is full of

temptations



But what is it we do (excepting

cricket, of course)



But is there such a thing as happiness



But had sunk to climb on a firmer

footing



By our manner of loving we are known



By forbearance, put it in the wrong



By resisting, I made him a tyrant



By nature incapable of asking pardon



Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at

college



Call of the great world's appetite for

more (Invented news)



Calm fanaticism of the passion of love



Can you not be told you are perfect

without seeking to improve



Can believe a woman to be any age when

her cheeks are tinted



Can a man go farther than his nature?



Cannot be any goodness unless it is a

practiced goodness



Canvassing means intimidation or

corruption



Capacity for thinking should precede

the act of writing



Capricious potentate whom they worship



Careful not to smell of his office



Carry explosives and must particularly

guard against sparks



Carry a scene through in virtue's name

and vice's mask



Causes him to be popularly weighed



Centres of polished barbarism known as

aristocratic societies



Challenged him to lead up to her

desired stormy scene



Charges of cynicism are common against

all satirists



Charitable mercifulness; better than

sentimental ointment



Charity that supplied the place of

justice was not thanked



Chaste are wattled in formalism and

throned in sourness



Cheerful martyr



Childish faith in the beneficence of

the unseen Powers who feed us



Chose to conceive that he thought

abstractedly



Circumstances may combine to make a

whisper as deadly as a blow



Civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten

even sour wine



Claim for equality puts an end to the

priceless privileges



Clotilde fenced, which is half a

confession



Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset



Cold curiosity



Cold charity to all



Come prepared to be not very well

satisfied with anything



Comfortable have to pay in occasional

panics for the serenity



Command of countenance the Countess

possessed



Commencement of a speech proves that

you have made the plunge



Common voice of praise in the mouths of

his creditors



Common sense is the secret of every

successful civil agitation



Compared the governing of the Irish to

the management of a horse



Comparisons will thrust themselves on

minds disordered



Compassionate sentiments veered round

to irate amazement



Complacent languor of the wise youth



Compliment of being outwitted by their

own offspring



Compromise is virtual death



Conduct is never a straight index where

the heart's involved



Confess no more than is necessary, but

do everything you can



Confident serenity inspired by evil

prognostications



Consciousness of some guilt when vowing

itself innocent



Consent to take life as it is



Consent of circumstances



Conservative, whose astounded state

paralyzes his wrath



Consign discussion to silence with the

cynical closure



Constitutionally discontented



Consult the family means--waste your

time



Contempt of military weapons and

ridicule of the art of war



Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go

farther



Continued trust in the man--is the

alternative of despair



Convict it by instinct without the

ceremony of a jury



Convictions we store--wherewith to

shape our destinies



Convictions are generally first

impressions



Convincing themselves that they

impersonate sagacity



Cordiality of an extreme relief in

leaving



Could we--we might be friends



Could peruse platitudes upon that theme

with enthusiasm



Could not understand enthusiasm for the

schoolmaster's career



Could the best of men be simply--a

woman's friend?



Could have designed this gabbler for

the mate



Could affect me then, without being

flung at me



Country can go on very well without so

much speech-making



Country enclosed us to make us feel

snug in our own importance



Country prizing ornaments higher than

qualities



Courage to grapple with his pride and

open his heart was wanting



Cover of action as an escape from

perplexity



Cowardice is even worse for nations

than for individual men



Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every

stroke (of history)



Creatures that wait for circumstances

to bring the change



Critical fashion of intimates who know

as well as hear



Critical in their first glance at a

prima donna



Cupid clipped of wing is a destructive

parasite



Curious thing would be if curious

things should fail to happen



Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's

heart, lay stretched....



Damsel who has lost the third volume of

an exciting novel



Dangerous things are uttered after the

third glass



Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but

attraction



Days when you lay on your back and the

sky rained apples



Dead Britons are all Britons, but live

Britons are not quite brothers



Death is always next door



Death within which welcomed a death

without



Death is only the other side of the

ditch



Death is our common cloak; but Calamity

individualizes



Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable



Decency's a dirty petticoat in the

Garden of Innocence



Decent insincerity



Decline to practise hypocrisy



Dedicated to the putrid of the upper

circle



Deeds only are the title



Deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's,

fiery as a saint's



Defiance of foes and (what was harder

to brave) of friends



Delay in thine undertaking Is disaster

of thy own making



Depending for dialogue upon perpetual

fresh supplies of scandal



Depreciating it after the fashion of

chartered hypocrites.



Desire of it destroyed it



Despises hostile elements and goes

unpunished



Despises the pomades and curling-irons

of modern romance



Determine that the future is in our

debt, and draw on it



Detestable feminine storms enveloping

men weak enough



Detested titles, invented by the

English



Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive

men, and very personable women



Dialectical stiffness



Dialogue between  Nature and

Circumstance



Did not know the nature of an oath, and

was dismissed



Didn't say a word  No use in talking

about feelings



Dignitary, and he passed under the

bondage of that position



Dignity of sulking so seductive to the

wounded spirit of man



Discover the writers in a day when all

are writing!



Discreet play with her eyelids in our

encounters



Disqualification of constantly

offending prejudices



Dissent rings out finely, and approval

is a feeble murmur



Distaste for all exercise once

pleasurable



Distinguished by his not allowing

himself to be provoked



Distrust us, and it is a declaration of

war



Dithyrambic inebriety of narration



Divided lovers in presence



Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my

heart?



Do you judge of heroes as of lesser

men?



Dogmatic arrogance of a just but

ignorant man



Dogs die more decently than we men



Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of

love



Dose he had taken was not of the

sweetest



Drank to show his disdain of its powers



Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a

refreshment (Scandalsheet)



Dreads our climate and coffee too much

to attempt the voyage



Drink is their death's river, rolling

them on helpless



Dudley was not gifted to read behind

words and looks



Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-

box in a fit



Eating, like scratching, only wants a

beginning



Eccentric behaviour in trifles



Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil,

and communicative



Efforts to weary him out of his project

were unsuccessful



Elderly martyr for the advancement of

his juniors



Embarrassments of an uncongenial

employment



Emilia alone of the party was as a blot

to her



Eminently servile is the tolerated

lawbreaker



Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the

ways of women



Empty 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



Judgeing of the destiny of man by the

fate of individuals



Just bad inquirin' too close among men



Keep passion sober, a trotter in

harness



Kelts, as they are called, can't and

won't forgive injuries



Kindness is kindness, all over the

world



Knew my friend to be one of the most

absent-minded of men



Lack of precise words admonished him of

the virtue of silence



Land and beasts!  They sound like

blessed things



Lawyers hold the keys of the great

world



Lay no petty traps for opportunity



Laying of ghosts is a public duty



Leader accustomed to count ahead upon

vapourish abstractions



Learn all about them afterwards, ay,

and make the best of them



Learn--principally not to be afraid of

ideas



Led him to impress his unchangeableness

upon her



Lend him your own generosity



Lengthened term of peace bred maggots

in the heads of the people



Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb!



Let but the throb be kept for others--

That is the one secret



Let never Necessity draw the bow of our

weakness



Let none of us be so exalted above the

wit of daily life



Levelling a finger at the taxpayer



Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten

thousand per cent



Life is the burlesque of young dreams



Like 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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