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George Meredith in 1893

The Sitting Room, Flint Cottage--May 18th 1909

Age 35

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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


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


A cloud of millinery shoots me off a

mile from a woman

A woman's at the core of every plot man


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


A male devotee is within an inch of a


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


A woman rises to her husband.  But a

man is what he is

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


A marriage without love is dishonour

A plunge into the deep is of little


A sixpence kindly meant is worth any

crown-piece that's grudged

A man to be trusted with the keys of


A free-thinker startles him as a kind

of demon

A female free-thinker is one of Satan's


A wise man will not squander his

laughter if he can help it

A man who rejected medicine in


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


Abject sense of the lack of a


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


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


Accustomed to be paid for by his


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


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


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


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 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


Am I ill?  I must be hungry!

Am I thy master, or thou mine?

Americans forgivingly remember, without


Amiable mirror as being wilfully

ruffled to confuse

Among boys there are laws of honour and

chivalrous codes

Amused after their tiresome work of


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


And so Farewell my young Ambition! and

with it farewell all true

And he passed along the road, adds the


And, ladies, if you will consent to be

likened to a fruit

And her voice, against herself, was for


And one gets the worst of it (in any


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


And never did a stroke of work in my


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


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


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


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


Assist in our small sphere; not come

mouthing to the footlights

At the age of forty, men that love love


At war with ourselves, means the best

happiness we can have

Attacked my conscience on the cowardly


Automatic creature is subject to the

laws of its construction

Avoid the position that enforces


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


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


Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare

Because you loved something better than


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


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


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


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


But a great success is full of


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Contempt of military weapons and

ridicule of the art of war

Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go


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


Convincing themselves that they

impersonate sagacity

Cordiality of an extreme relief in


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


Courage to grapple with his pride and

open his heart was wanting

Cover of action as an escape from


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


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


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


Death is only the other side of the


Death is our common cloak; but Calamity


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


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


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


Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive

men, and very personable women

Dialectical stiffness

Dialogue between  Nature and


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


Disqualification of constantly

offending prejudices

Dissent rings out finely, and approval

is a feeble murmur

Distaste for all exercise once


Distinguished by his not allowing

himself to be provoked

Distrust us, and it is a declaration of


Dithyrambic inebriety of narration

Divided lovers in presence

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


Do you judge of heroes as of lesser


Dogmatic arrogance of a just but

ignorant man

Dogs die more decently than we men

Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of


Dose he had taken was not of the


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


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


Emilia alone of the party was as a blot

to her

Eminently servile is the tolerated


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


Energy to something, that was not to be

had in a market

England's the foremost country of the


English antipathy to babblers

English maids are domesticated savage


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


Failures oft are but advising friends

Faith works miracles.  At least it

allows time for them


Far higher quality is the will that can

subdue itself to wait

Fast growing to be an eccentric by


Fatal habit of superiority stopped his


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


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


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


Found it difficult to forgive her his

own folly

Found that he 'cursed better upon


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


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


Good and evil work together in this


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


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


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


Hated one thing alone--which was


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


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


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


He judged of others by himself

He is inexorable, being the guilty one

of the two

He had to shake up wrath over his


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


He thinks or he chews

He would neither retort nor defend


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


He had wealth for a likeness of


He was a figure on a horse, and naught

when off it

He did not vastly respect beautiful


He sinks terribly when he sinks at all

He was not a weaver of phrases in


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


He will be a part of every history (the


He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak


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


He condensed a paragraph into a line

He lost the art of observing himself

He had neat phrases, opinions in


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


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


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


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


His apparent cynicism is sheer


Holding to the refusal, for the sake of


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


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


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


Huntress with few scruples and the game


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


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


I want no more, except to be taught to


I detest anything that has to do with


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


I always respected her; I never liked


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


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


I cannot say less, and will say no more

I wanted a hero

I do not see it, because I will not see


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


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


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


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


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--


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


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


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


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


Insistency upon there being two sides

to a case--to every case

Intellectual contempt of easy dupes

Intensely communicative, but


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,


Invite indecision to exhaust their


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


Irony instead of eloquence

Irony provoked his laughter more than


Irritability at the intrusion of past


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


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


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


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


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


Kelts, as they are called, can't and

won't forgive injuries

Kindness is kindness, all over the


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


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


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


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


Listened to one another, and blinded

the world

Literature is a good stick and a bad


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


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


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


Made of his creed a strait-jacket for


Madness that sane men enamoured can be

struck by

Magnificent in generosity; he had

little humaneness

Magnify an offence in the ratio of our


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


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


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


May not one love, not craving to be


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


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


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


Modest are the most easily intoxicated

when they sip at vanity

Money is of course a rough test of


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


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


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


Nature and Law never agreed

Nature is not of necessity always


Nature could at a push be eloquent to

defend the guilty

Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for


Naughtily Australian and kangarooly

Necessary for him to denounce somebody

Necessity's offspring

Needed support of facts, and feared


Never reckon on womankind for a wise


Never, never love a married woman

Never intended that we should play with

flesh and blood

Never forget that old Ireland is


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


Nevertheless, inclinations are an


Next door to the Last Trump

Night has little mercy for the self-


No nose to the hero, no moral to the


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


No flattery for me at the expense of my


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


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


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


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


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


Nought credit but what outward orbs


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


Obedience oils necessity

Obeseness is the most sensitive of our


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Professional widows

Professional Puritans

Profound belief in her partiality for


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


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


Put into her woman's harness of the bit

and the blinkers

Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the


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


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


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


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


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


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


Says you're so clever you ought to be a


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-


Self, was digging pits for comfort to

flow in


Self-worship, which is often self-


Self-deceiver may be a persuasive

deceiver of another

Selfishness  and icy inaccessibility to


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


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


She seems honest, and that is the most

we can hope of girls

She had sunk her intelligence in her


She had a fatal attraction for antiques

She had great awe of the word


She ran through delusion and delusion,

exhausting each

She, not disinclined to dilute her


She was unworthy to be the wife of a


She did not detest the Countess because

she could not like her

She endured meekly, when there was no


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--


She was at liberty to weep if she


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


She began to feel that this was life in


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


Smallest of our gratifications in life

could give a happy tone

Smart remarks have their measured


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


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


Spiritualism, and on the balm that it


Stand not in my way, nor follow me too


Startled by the criticism in laughter

State of feverish patriotism

Statesman who stooped to conquer fact

through fiction

Statistics are according to their


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


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


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


Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as

they come

Taking oath, as it were, by their lower


Tale, which leaves the man's mind at


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


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


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


That pit of one of their dead silences

That's the natural shamrock, after the


The exhaustion ensuing we named


The most dangerous word of all--ja

The impalpable which has prevailing


The world is wise in its way

The danger of a little knowledge of

things is disputable

The infant candidate delights in his


The rider's too heavy for the horse in


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


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


The wretch who fears death dies


The proper defence for a nation is its


The thought stood in her eyes

The love that survives has strangled


The grey furniture of Time for his

natural wear

The world without him would be heavy


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


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


The religion of this vast English


The slavery of the love of a woman


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


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


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


The intricate, which she takes for the


The mildness of assured dictatorship

The alternative is, a garter and the


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


They had all noticed, seen, and


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


They take fever for strength, and

calmness for submission

They are little ironical laughter--


They have their thinking done for them

They laugh, but they laugh


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


They believe that the angels have been

busy about them

They helped her to feel at home with


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


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


Thought of differences with him caused

frightful apprehensions

Threatened powerful drugs for weak


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


Tight grasps of the hand, in which

there was warmth and shyness

Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be


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


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


Tradesman, and he never was known to

have sent in a bill

Trial of her beauty of a woman in a


Trick for killing time without hurting


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


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


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-


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


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


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


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


We were unarmed, and the spectacle was


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


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


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


We're treated like old-fashioned


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


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


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


What's an eccentric?  a child grown


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


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


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


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


Who enjoyed simple things when

commanding the luxuries

Who can really think, and not think


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


Whole body of fanatics combined to

precipitate the devotion

Whose bounty was worse to him than his


Why should these men take so much


Why, he'll snap your head off for a


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


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


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


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


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


Women are swift at coming to

conclusions in these matters

Women are happier enslaved

Won't do to be taking in reefs on a


Wonderment that one of her sex should

have ideas

Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of


Wooing a good man for his friendship

Work of extravagance upon perceptibly

plain matter

Work is medicine

World cannot pardon a breach of


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


You have not to be told that I desire

your happiness above all

You are to imagine that they know


You may learn to know yourself through


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


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


Youth will not believe that stupidity

and beauty can go together

Youth is not alarmed by the sound of

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