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A human life he held to be a trifle in

the big sum of time

A heart-break for that kind is their


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


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


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


Air of certainty and universal


All humour in him had a strain of the


All genius is at once a blessing or a


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


Antipathy of the lesser to the greater


Antipathy of the man in the wrong to

the man in the right

As if our penalties were only paid by


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


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


But to pay the vulgar penalty of


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


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


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,


Frenchman,  slave of ideas, the victim

of sentiment

Friendship means a giving and a getting

Futility of goodness, the futility of


Future of those who will not see,

because to see is to suffer

Good fathers think they have good


Good is often an occasion more than a


Good thing for a man himself to be owed


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


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


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


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


He never saw an insult unless he

intended to avenge it

He had tasted freedom; he was near to


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


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


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


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


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


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


Imagination is at the root of much that

passes for love

Importunity with discretion was his


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


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


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


Love can outlive slander

Love, too, is a game, and needs playing

Love knows not distance; it hath no


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


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


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


Often, we would rather be hurt than


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


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


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


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


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


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


Some people are rough with the

poor--and proud

Some wise men are fools, one way or


Some are hurt in one way and some in


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


Suspicion, the bane of sick old age

Sympathy, with curiousness in their

eyes and as much inhumanity

Sympathy and consolation might be much


Thanked him in her heart for the things

he had left unsaid

That anxious civility which beauty can


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


The tender care of a woman--than many


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


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


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,


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


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


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


Tricks played by Fact to discredit the


Triumph of Oriental duplicity over

Western civilisation

Truth waits long, but whips hard

Tyranny of the little man, given a


Undisciplined generosity

Untamed by the normal restraints of a

happy married life

Uses up your misery and makes you tired


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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