THE WORKS OF GILBERT PARKER





parker.jpg (50K)




pierre.jpg (78K)































































parker2.jpg (40K)































































judgment.jpg (87K)































































valmond.jpg (67K)































































weavers.jpg (92K)



A human life he held to be a trifle in

the big sum of time



A heart-break for that kind is their

salvation



A man may be forgiven for a sin, but

the effect remains



A look too bright for joy, too intense

for despair



A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant



A man you could bank on, and draw your

interest reg'lar



A left-handed boy is all right in the

world



A cloak of words to cover up the real

thought behind



Aboriginal in all of us, who must have

a sign for an emotion



Aboriginal dispersion



Adaptability was his greatest weapon in

life



Advantage to live where nothing was

required of her but truth



After which comes steady happiness or

the devil to pay (wedding)



Agony in thinking about the things

we're never going to do



Ah, let it be soon!  Ah, let him die

soon!



Air of certainty and universal

comprehension



All humour in him had a strain of the

sardonic



All genius is at once a blessing or a

curse



All the world's mad but thee and me



All men are worse than most women



All is fair where all is foul



All he has to do is to be vague, and

look prodigious (Scientist)



All are hurt some time



Always hoping the best from the worst

of us



Always calling to something, for

something outside ourselves



An inner sorrow is a consuming fire



And even envy praised her



Anger was the least injurious of all

grounds for separation



Answered, with the indifference of

despair



Antipathy of the lesser to the greater

nature



Antipathy of the man in the wrong to

the man in the right



As if our penalties were only paid by

ourselves!



At first--and at the last--he was kind



Ate some coffee-beans and drank some

cold water



Audience that patronisingly listens

outside a room or window



Awkward for your friends and gratifying

to your enemies



Babbling covers a lot of secrets



Bad turns good sometimes, when you know

the how



Begin to see how near good is to evil



Beginning of a lifetime of experience,

comedy, and tragedy



Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep

you can forget



Being generous with other people's

money



Being young, she exaggerated the

importance of the event



Being a man of very few ideas, he

cherished those he had



Beneath it all there was a little touch

of ridicule



Boldness without rashness, and hope

without vain thinking



But I don't think it is worth doing

twice



But to pay the vulgar penalty of

prison--ah!



But a wounded spirit who can bear



But the years go on, and friends have

an end



Came of a race who set great store by

mothers and grandmothers



Carrying with him the warm atmosphere

of a good woman's love



Cherish any alleviating lie



Clever men are trying



Cling to beliefs long after conviction

has been shattered



Confidence in a weak world gets

unearned profit often



Conquest not important enough to

satisfy ambition



Counsel of the overwise to go jolting

through the soul



Courage which awaits the worst the

world can do



Courage; without which, men are as the

standing straw



Credulity, easily transmutable into

superstition



Damnable propinquity



Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are



Death is not the worst of evils



Death is a magnificent ally; it

untangles knots



Delicate revenge which hath its hour

with every man



Did not let him think that she was

giving up anything for him



Do what you feel you've got to do, and

never mind what happens



Does any human being know what he can

bear of temptation



Don't go at a fence till you're sure of

your seat



Don't be a bigger fool than there's any

need to be



Don't be too honest



Down in her heart, loves to be mastered



Duplicity, for which she might never

have to ask forgiveness



Each of us will prove himself a fool

given perfect opportunity



Egotism with which all are diseased



Egregious egotism of young love there

are only two identities



Engrossed more, it seemed, in the

malady than in the man



Enjoy his own generosity



Even bad company's better than no

company at all



Every true woman is a mother, though

she have no child



Every man should have laws of his own



Every shot that kills ricochets



Evil is half-accidental, half-natural



Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable

defiance



Fascinating colour which makes evil

appear to be good



Fear a woman are when she hates, and

when she loves



Fear of one's own wife is the worst

fear in the world



Flood came which sweeps away the rust

that gathers in the eyes



Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I

fall, avenge me



For a man having work to do, woman,

lovely woman, is rocks



Freedom is the first essential of the

artistic mind



Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous,

unreasonable



Frenchman,  slave of ideas, the victim

of sentiment



Friendship means a giving and a getting



Futility of goodness, the futility of

all



Future of those who will not see,

because to see is to suffer



Good fathers think they have good

daughters



Good is often an occasion more than a

condition



Good thing for a man himself to be owed

kindness



Grove of pines to give a sense of

warmth in winter



Grow more intense, more convinced, more

thorough, as they talk



Had the luck together, all kinds and

all weathers



Had the slight flavour of the superior

and the paternal



Had got unreasonably old



Have not we all something to hide--with

or without shame?



Have you ever felt the hand of your own

child in yours



He had neither self-consciousness nor

fear



He admired, yet he wished to be admired



He hated irony in anyone else



He was not always sorry when his

teasing hurt



He felt things, he did not study them



He was in fact not a philosopher, but a

sentimentalist



He had only made of his wife an

incident in his life



He didn't always side with the majority



He does not love Pierre; but he does

not pretend to love him



He was strong enough to admit ignorance



He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the

street



He had had acquaintances, but never

friendships, and never loves



He had no instinct for vice in the name

of amusement



He left his fellow-citizens very much

alone



He never saw an insult unless he

intended to avenge it



He had tasted freedom; he was near to

license



He borrowed no trouble



He wishes to be rude to some one, and

is disappointed



He's a barber-shop philosopher



Heaven where wives without number

awaited him



Her sight was bounded by the little

field where she strayed



Her voice had the steadiness of despair



Her stronger soul ruled him without his

knowledge



Her own suffering always set her

laughing at herself



Highsterics, they call it



His courtesy was not on the same

expansive level as his vanity



His duties were many, or he made them

so



His gift for lying was inexpressible



Honesty was a thing he greatly

desired--in others



How little we can know to-day what we

shall feel tomorrow



How can one force one's heart?  No, no! 

One has to wait



How many sons have ever added to their

father's fame?



How many conquests have been made in

the name of God



How can you judge the facts if you

don't know the feeling?



Hugging the chain of denial to his

bosom



Hunger for happiness is robbery



I love that love in which I married him



I was never good at catechism



I said I was not falling in love--I am

in love



I am only myself when I am drunk



I have a good memory for forgetting



I don't wish to fit in; things must fit

me



I like when I like, and I like a lot

when I like



I always did what was wrong, and liked

it--nearly always



I should remember to forget it



I don't believe in walking just for the

sake of walking



I don't think.  I'm old enough to know



I can't pay you for your kindness to

me, and I don't want to



I had to listen to him, and he had to

pay me for listening



I was born insolent



I--couldn't help it



If you have a good thought, act on it



If one remembers, why should the other

forget



If women hadn't memory, she answered,

they wouldn't have much



If fumbling human fingers do not meddle

with it



Illusive hopes and irresponsible

deceptions



Imagination is at the root of much that

passes for love



Importunity with discretion was his

motto



In all secrets there is a kind of guilt



In her heart she never can defy the

world as does a man



Inclined to resent his own

insignificance



Instinct for detecting veracity, having

practised on both sides



Interfere with people who had a trade

and didn't understand it



Irishmen have gifts for only two

things--words and women



Is the habit of good living mere habit

and mere acting



It is hard to be polite to cowards



It is not Justice that fills the gaols,

but Law



It is not the broken heart that kills,

but broken pride



It is good to live, isn't it?



It is difficult to be idle--and

important too



It is not much to kill or to die--that

is in the game



It isn't what they do, it's what they

don't do



It ain't for us to say what we're goin'

to be, not always



It is easy to repent when our pleasures

have palled



It's the people who try to be clever

who never are



It's no good simply going--you've got

to go somewhere



Jews everywhere treated worse than the

Chinaman



Joy of a confessional which relieves

the sick heart



Kissed her twice on the cheek--the

first time in fifteen years



Knew the lie of silence to be as evil

as the lie of speech



Knew when to shut his eyes, and when to

keep them open



Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind



Knowing that his face would never be

turned from me



Lacks a balance-wheel.  He has brains,

but not enough



Law.  It is expensive whether you win

or lose



Learned what fools we mortals be



Learned, as we all must learn, that we

live our dark hour alone



Let others ride to glory, I'll shoe

their horses for the gallop



Liars all men may be, but that's wid

wimmin or landlords



Life is only futile to the futile



Lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins



Likenesses between the perfectly human

and the perfectly animal



Lilt of existence lulling to sleep

wisdom and tried experience



Liquor makes me human



Live and let live is doing good



Lonely we come into the world, and

lonely we go out of it



Longed to touch, oftener than they did,

the hands of children



Lose their heads, and be so absurdly

earnest



Love can outlive slander



Love, too, is a game, and needs playing



Love knows not distance; it hath no

continent



Love has nothing  to do with ugliness

or beauty, or fortune



Lyrical in his enthusiasms



Man who tells the story in a new way,

that is genius



Man grows old only by what he suffers,

and what he forgives



Man or woman must not expect too much

out of life



May be more beautiful in uncertain

England than anywhere else



Meditation is the enemy of action



Memory is man's greatest friend and

worst enemy



Men and women are unwittingly their own

executioners



Men feel surer of women than women feel

of men



Men do not steal up here: that is the

unpardonable crime



Men must have their bad hours alone



Men are like dogs--they worship him who

beats them



Men are shy with each other where their

emotions are in play



Miseries of this world are caused by

forcing issues



Missed being a genius by an inch



Monotonously intelligent



More idle than wicked



Most honest thing I ever heard, but

it's not the most truthful



Most important lessons of life--never

to quarrel with a woman



Mothers always forgive



My excuses were making bad infernally

worse



Mystery is dear to a woman's heart



Nature twists in back, or  anywhere,

gets a twist in's brain too



Nervous legs at a gallop



Never believed that when man or woman

said no that no was meant



Never looked to get an immense amount

of happiness out of life



Never to be content with superficial

reasons and the obvious



Never give up your soul to things only,

keep it for people



No note of praise could be pitched too

high for Elizabeth



No, I'm not good--I'm only beautiful



No news--no trouble



No virtue in not falling, when you're

not tempted



No past that is hidden has ever been a

happy past



No man so simply sincere, or so

extraordinarily prejudiced



Noise is not battle



Not good to have one thing in the head

all the time



Not content to do even the smallest

thing ill



Not to show surprise at anything



Nothing so good as courage, nothing so

base as the shifting eye



Nothing is futile that is right



Nothing so popular for the moment as

the fall of a favourite



Of those who hypnotize themselves, who

glow with self-creation



Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be

worth a button



Often called an invention of the devil

(Violin)



Often, we would rather be hurt than

hurt



One does the work and another gets paid



One always buys back the past at a

tremendous price



One doesn't choose to worry



One favour is always the promise of

another



Only the supremely wise or the deeply

ignorant who never alter



Oriental would think not less of him

for dissimulation



Paradoxes which make for laughter--and

for tears



Passion to forget themselves



Pathetically  in earnest



People who are clever never think of

trying to be



Philosophers are often stupid in human

affairs



Philosophy which could separate the

petty from the prodigious



Political virtue goes unrewarded



Prepared for a kiss this hour and a

reproach the next



Preserved a marked unconsciousness



Protest that it is right when it knows

that it is wrong



Put the matter on your own hearthstone



Queer that things which hurt most can't

be punished by law



Rack of secrecy, the cruelest

inquisition of life



Reading a lot and forgetting everything



Reconciling the preacher and the

sinner, as many another has



Religion to him was a dull recreation

invented chiefly for women



Remember the sorrow of thine own wife



Remember your own sins before you

charge others



Rewarded for its mistakes



Romance is an incident to a man



Sacrifice to the god of the pin-hole



Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of

the world



Saw how futile was much competition



Saying uncomfortable things in a

deferential way



Scoundrel, too weak to face the

consequences of his sin



Secret of life: to keep your own

commandments



Self-will, self-pride, and

self-righteousness were big in him



She lacked sense a little and

sensitiveness much



She was not to be forced to answer his

arguments directly



She knew what to say and what to leave

unsaid



She was beginning to understand that

evil is not absolute



She valued what others found useless



She wasn't young, but she seemed so



She had not suffered that sickness,

social artifice



She had provoked love, but had never

given it



She had never stooped to conquer



Should not make our own personal

experience a law unto the world



Shure, if we could always be 'about the

same,' we'd do



Simply to have death renewed every

morning



Slander ever scorches where it touches



Slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving

apathy in their train



Smiling was part of his equipment



So say your prayers, believe all you

can, don't ask questions



Solitude fixes our hearts immovably on

things



Some people are rough with the

poor--and proud



Some wise men are fools, one way or

another



Some are hurt in one way and some in

another



Sometimes the longest way round is the

shortest way home



Soul tortured through different degrees

of misunderstanding



Spurting out little geysers of other

people's cheap wisdom



Still the end of your existence, I

rejoined--to be amused?



Strike first and heal after--"a kick

and a lick"



Struggle of conscience and expediency



Surely she might weep a little for

herself



Suspicion, the bane of sick old age



Sympathy, with curiousness in their

eyes and as much inhumanity



Sympathy and consolation might be much

misplaced



Thanked him in her heart for the things

he had left unsaid



That anxious civility which beauty can

inspire



That iceberg which most mourners carry

in their breasts



That he will find the room empty where

I am not



The Government cherish the Injin much

in these days



The Injin speaks the truth,

perhaps--eye of red man multipies



The blind tyranny of the just



The soul of goodness in things evil



The higher we go the faster we live



The gods made last to humble the pride

of men--there was rum



The world never welcomes its deserters



The furious music of death and war was

over



The tender care of a woman--than many

pharmacopoeias



The beginning of the end of things was

come for him



The ravings of a sick man are not

always counted ravings



The friendship of man is like the shade

of the acacia



The sea is a great breeder of

friendship



The vague pain of suffered indifference



The soul is a great traveller



The happy scene of the play before the

villain comes in



The threshold of an acknowledged love



The Barracks of the Free



The real business of life is trying to

understand each other



The world is not so bad as is claimed

for it



The temerity and nonchalance of despair



There is nothing so tragic as the

formal



There are things we repent of which

cannot be repaired



There is something humiliating in even

an undeserved injury



There should be written the one word,

"Wait"



There is no refuge from memory and

remorse in this world



There was never a grey wind but there's

a greyer



There is no influence like the

influence of habit



There is no habit so powerful as the

habit of care of others



There's no credit in not doing what you

don't want to do



These little pieces of art make life

possible



They think that if a vote's worth

having it's worth paying for



They whose tragedy lies in the capacity

to suffer greatly



Things in life git stronger than we are



Things that once charmed charm less



Think with the minds of twelve men, and

the heart of one woman



Think that a woman gives the heart for

pleasant weather only?



Think of our position



Thou wouldst not think how ill all's

here about my heart



Time when she should and when she

should not be wooed



Time is the test, and Time will have

its way with me



Time a woman most yearns for a man is

when she has refused him



To die without whining



To be popular is not necessarily to be

contemptible



To sorrow may their humour be a foil



To-morrow is no man's gift



Touch of the fantastic, of the

barbaric, in all genius



Training in the charms of

superficiality



Tricks played by Fact to discredit the

imagination



Triumph of Oriental duplicity over

Western civilisation



Truth waits long, but whips hard



Tyranny of the little man, given a

power



Undisciplined generosity



Untamed by the normal restraints of a

happy married life



Uses up your misery and makes you tired

(Work)



Vanity is the bane of mankind



Vanity of successful labour



Vanity; and from this much feminine

hatred springs



Very severe on those who do not pretend

to be good



Visions of the artistic

temperament--delight and curse



War is cruelty, and none can make it

gentle



Was not civilisation a mistake



We don't live in months and years, but

just in minutes



We want to get more out of life than

there really is in it



We want every land to do as we do; and

we want to make 'em do it



We grow away from people against our

will



We are only children till we begin to

make our dreams our life



We care so little for real justice



We do what we forbid ourselves to do



We suffer the shames we damn in others



We must live our dark hours alone



We speak with the straight tongue; it

is cowards who lie



We'll lave the past behind us



What fools there are in the world



What is gone is gone.  Graves are

idolatry



What is crime in one country, is virtue

in another



What a nice mob you press fellows

are--wholesale scavengers



What'll be the differ a hundred years

from now



Whatever has been was a dream; whatever

is now is real



When a child is born the mother also is

born again



When you strike your camp, put out the

fires



When God permits, shall man despair?



When a man laugh in the sun and think

nothing of evil



Where the light is darkness



Where I should never hear the voice of

the social Thou must



Who knows!



Who can understand a woman?



Who get a morbid enjoyment out of

misery



Who say 'God bless you' in New York! 

They say 'Damn you!'



Who never knew self-consciousness



Wit is always at the elbow of want



Without the money brains seldom win

alone



Woman's deepest right and joy and pain

in one--to comfort



Women only admitted to Heaven by the

intercession of husbands



Women are half saints, half fools



Women may leave you in the bright days



Women don't go by evidence, but by

their feelings



World was only the size of four walls

to a sick person



Worth while to have lived so long and

to have seen so much



Would look back and not remember that

she had a childhood



You went north towards heaven and south

towards hell



You have lost your illusions



You never can really overtake a

newspaper lie



You can't take time as the measure of

life



You cannot live long enough to atone

for that impertinence



You do not shout dinner till you have

your knife in the loaf



You never can make a scandal less by

trying to hide it



You've got blind rashness, and so you

think you're bold



You've got to be ready, that's all



You--you all were so ready to suspect



Youth hungers for the vanities



Youth is the only comrade for youth



Youth's a dream, middle age a delusion,

old age a mistake







If you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the appropriate eBook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation.


These quotations were collected from the works of the author by David Widger while preparing etexts for Project Gutenberg. Comments and suggestions will be most welcome.

--And many thanks for your persistence in reading all the way to the end of this page.        D.W.