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 multiplies
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.
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