counted their sinners
People with whom a mute conformity is
as good as worship
People who can lose themselves in a ray
of fancy at any season
People is one of your Radical big words
that burst at a query
Perhaps inspire him, if he would let
her breathe
Period of his life a man becomes too
voraciously constant
Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach
thine ends
Person in another world beyond this
world of blood
Perused it, and did not recognize
herself in her language
Pessimy is invulnerable
Petty concessions are signs of weakness
to the unsatisfied
Philip was a Spartan for keeping his
feelings under
Philosophy skimmed, and realistic
romances deep-sounded
Pitiful conceit in men
Planting the past in the present like a
perceptible ghost
Play the great game of blunders
Play second fiddle without looking
foolish
Pleasant companion, who did not play
the woman obtrusively among men
Please to be pathetic on that subject
after I am wrinkled
Pleasure-giving laws that make the
curves we recognize as beauty
Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable
light on her face
Poetic romance is delusion
Policy seems to petrify their minds
Polished barbarism
Politics as well as the other diseases
Poor mortals are not in the habit of
climbing Olympus to ask
Portrait of himself by the artist
Practical or not, the good people
affectingly wish to be
Practical for having an addiction to
the palpable
Prayer for an object is the cajolery of
an idol
Press, which had kindled, proceeded to
extinguished
Presumptuous belief
Pride in being always myself
Pride is the God of Pagans
Primitive appetite for noise
Principle of examining your hypothesis
before you proceed to decide by it
Procrastination and excessive
scrupulousness
Professional widows
Professional Puritans
Profound belief in her partiality for
him
Propitiate common sense on behalf of
what seems tolerably absurd
Protestant clergy the social police of
the English middle-class
Providence and her parents were not
forgiven
Published Memoirs indicate the end of a
man's activity
Puns are the smallpox of the language
Push me to condense my thoughts to a
tight ball
Push indolent unreason to gain the
delusion of happiness
Put material aid at a lower mark than
gentleness
Put into her woman's harness of the bit
and the blinkers
Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the
succeeding
Question the gain of such an
expenditure of energy
Question with some whether idiots
should live
Quick to understand, she is in the
quick of understanding
Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly
performance
Rage of a conceited schemer tricked
Rapture of obliviousness
Rare as epic song is the man who is
thorough in what he does
Rare men of honour who can command
their passion
Rarely exacted obedience, and she was
spontaneously obeyed
Read deep and not be baffled by
inconsistencies
Read with his eyes when you meet him
this morning
Read one another perfectly in their
mutual hypocrisies
Ready is the ardent mind to take
footing on the last thing done
Real happiness is a state of dulness
Rebellion against society and advocacy
of humanity run counter
Rebukes which give immeasurable
rebounds
Recalling her to the subject-matter
with all the patience
Reflection upon a statement is its
lightning in advance
Refuge in the Castle of Negation
against the whole army of facts
Regularity of the grin of dentistry
Rejoicing they have in their common
agreement
Religion condones offences: Philosophy
has no forgiveness
Religion is the one refuge from women
Reluctant to take the life of flowers
for a whim
Remarked that the young men must fight
it out together
Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust
of iteration
Reproof of such supererogatory counsel
Requiring natural services from her in
the button department
Respect one another's affectations
Respected the vegetable yet more than
he esteemed the flower
Revived for them so much of themselves
Rewards, together with the
expectations, of the virtuous
Rhoda will love you. She is firm when
she loves
Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich
and you're poor
Ripe with oft telling and old is the
tale
Rogue on the tremble of detection
Rose was much behind her age
Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at
all,' she said
Rumour for the nonce had a stronger
spice of truth than usual
Said she was what she would have given
her hand not to be
Salt of earth, to whom their salt must
serve for nourishment
Satirist too devotedly loves his lash
to be a persuasive teacher
Satirist is an executioner by
profession
Says you're so clever you ought to be a
man
Scorn titles which did not distinguish
practical offices
Scorned him for listening to the
hesitations (hers)
Scotchman's metaphysics; you know
nothing clear
Screams of an uninjured lady
Second fiddle; he could only mean what
she meant
Secret of the art was his meaning what
he said
Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus
of raising a scandal
Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and
adolescence came on
Self-consoled when they are not
self-justified
Self, was digging pits for comfort to
flow in
Self-incense
Self-worship, which is often
self-distrust
Self-deceiver may be a persuasive
deceiver of another
Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to
emotion
Semblance of a tombstone lady beside
her lord
Sense, even if they can't understand
it, flatters them so
Sensitiveness to the sting, which is
not allowed to poison
Sentimentality puts up infant hands for
absolution
Serene presumption
Service of watering the dry and drying
the damp (Whiskey)
Seventy, when most men are reaping and
stacking their sins
Sham spiritualism
Share of foulness to them that are for
scouring the chamber
She marries, and it's the end of her
sparkling
She seems honest, and that is the most
we can hope of girls
She had sunk her intelligence in her
sensations
She had a fatal attraction for antiques
She had great awe of the word
'business'
She ran through delusion and delusion,
exhausting each
She, not disinclined to dilute her
grief
She was unworthy to be the wife of a
tailor
She did not detest the Countess because
she could not like her
She endured meekly, when there was no
meekness
She was perhaps a little the taller of
the two
She thought that friendship was sweeter
than love
She herself did not like to be seen
eating in public
She had a thirsting mind
She was sick of personal freedom
She believed friendship practicable
between men and women
She had to be the hypocrite or else--
leap
She was at liberty to weep if she
pleased
She felt in him a maker of facts
She was not his match--To speak would
be to succumb
She disdained to question the mouth
which had bitten her
She had no longer anything to resent:
she was obliged to weep
She stood with a dignity that the word
did not express
She dealt in the flashes which connect
ideas
She began to feel that this was life in
earnest
She might turn out good, if well
guarded for a time
She sought, by looking hard, to
understand it better
She was thrust away because because he
had offended
She seemed really a soaring bird
brought down by the fowler
She can make puddens and pies
She was not, happily, one of the women
who betray strong feeling
Should we leave a good deed half done
Showery, replied the admiral, as his
cocked-hat was knocked off
Shun comparisons
Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any
kind of posturing
Sign that the evil had reached from
pricks to pokes
Silence and such signs are like
revelations in black night
Silence was their only protection to
the Nice Feelings
Silence is commonly the slow poison
used by those who mean to murder love
Silence was doing the work of a scourge
Simple obstinacy of will sustained her
Simple affection must bear the strain
of friendship if it can
Simplicity is the keenest weapon
Sincere as far as she knew: as far as
one who loves may be
Sinners are not to repent only in words
Slap and pinch and starve our appetites
Slave of existing conventions
Slaves of the priests
Sleepless night
Slightest taste for comic analysis that
does not tumble to farce
Small beginnings, which are in reality
the mighty barriers
Small things producing great
consequences
Smallest of our gratifications in life
could give a happy tone
Smart remarks have their measured
distances
Smile she had in reserve for
serviceable persons
Smoky receptacle cherishing millions
Smothered in its pudding-bed of the
grotesque (obesity)
Snatch her from a possessor who
forfeited by undervaluing her
Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer
So the frog telleth tadpoles
So it is when you play at Life! When
you will not go straight
So long as we do not know that we are
performing any remarkable feat
So says the minute Years are before
you
So indulgent when they drop their blot
on a lady's character
So much for morality in those days!
So are great deeds judged when the
danger's past (as easy)
Socially and politically mean one thing
in the end
Soft slumber of a strength never yet
called forth
Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion
Some so-called laws of honour
Something of the hare in us when the
hounds are full cry
Sort of religion with her to believe no
wrong of you
South-western Island has few
attractions to other than invalids
Spare me that word "female" as long as
you live
Speech that has to be hauled from the
depths usually betrays
Speech is poor where emotion is extreme
Speech was a scourge to her sense of
hearing
Spiritualism, and on the balm that it
was
Stand not in my way, nor follow me too
far
Startled by the criticism in laughter
State of feverish patriotism
Statesman who stooped to conquer fact
through fiction
Statistics are according to their
conjurors
Steady shakes them
Story that she believed indeed, but had
not quite sensibly felt
Strain to see in the utter dark, and
nothing can come of that
Straining for common talk, and showing
the strain
Strength in love is the sole sincerity
Strengthening the backbone for a bend
of the knee in calamity
Stultification of one's feelings and
ideas
Style is the mantle of greatness
Style resembling either early
architecture or utter dilapidation
Subterranean recess for Nature against
the Institutions of Man
Such a man was banned by the world,
which was to be despised?
Suggestion of possible danger might
more dangerous than silence
Sunning itself in the glass of Envy
Suspects all young men and most young
women
Suspicion was her best witness
Sweet treasure before which lies a
dragon sleeping
Sweetest on earth to her was to be
prized by her brother
Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a
princely poetic
Sympathy is for proving, not prating
Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with
shame
Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as
they come
Taking oath, as it were, by their lower
nature
Tale, which leaves the man's mind at
home
Task of reclaiming a bad man is
extremely seductive to good women
Taste a wound from the lightest touch,
and they nurse the venom
Tears of such a man have more of blood
than of water in them
Tears are the way of women and their
comfort
Tears that dried as soon as they had
served their end
Tears of men sink plummet-deep
Telling her anything, she makes half a
face in anticipation
Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology
Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted
rather than encouraged
Tension of the old links keeping us
together
Terrible decree, that all must act who
would prevail
That which fine cookery does for the
cementing of couples
That beautiful trust which habit gives
That a mask is a concealment
That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman
with brains
That sort of progenitor is your
"permanent aristocracy"
That plain confession of a lack of wit;
he offered combat
That is life--when we dare death to
live!
That pit of one of their dead silences
That's the natural shamrock, after the
artificial
The exhaustion ensuing we named
tranquillity
The most dangerous word of all--ja
The impalpable which has prevailing
weight
The world is wise in its way
The danger of a little knowledge of
things is disputable
The infant candidate delights in his
honesty
The rider's too heavy for the horse in
England
The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young
men take joy in nothing
The tragedy of the mirror is one for a
woman to write
The worst of it is, that we remember
The old confession, that we cannot
cook (The English)
The sentimentalists are represented by
them among the civilized
The born preacher we feel instinctively
to be our foe
The face of a stopped watch
The banquet to be fervently remembered,
should smoke
The woman follows the man, and music
fits to verse,
The circle which the ladies of
Brookfield were designing
The majority, however, had been
snatched out of this bliss
The effects of the infinitely little
The way is clear: we have only to take
the step
The devil trusts nobody
The divine afflatus of enthusiasm
buoyed her no longer
The weighty and the trivial contended
The backstairs of history (Memoirs)
The defensive is perilous policy in war
The family view is everlastingly the
shopkeeper's
The unhappy, who do not wish to live,
and cannot die
The homage we pay him flatters us
The worst of omens is delay
The people always wait for the winner
The healthy only are fit to live
The defensive is perilous policy in war
The past is our mortal mother, no dead
thing
The wretch who fears death dies
multitudinously
The proper defence for a nation is its
history
The thought stood in her eyes
The love that survives has strangled
craving
The grey furniture of Time for his
natural wear
The world without him would be heavy
matter
The despot is alert at every issue, to
every chance
The spending, never harvesting, world
The shots hit us behind you
The terrible aggregate social woman
The next ten minutes will decide our
destinies
The woman side of him
The good life gone lives on in the mind
The beat of a heart with a dread like a
shot in it
The girl could not know her own mind,
for she suited him exactly
The critic that sneers
The blindness of Fortune is her one
merit
The religion of this vast English
middle-class--Comfort
The slavery of the love of a woman
chained
The idea of love upon the lips of
ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony
The brainless in Art and in Statecraft
The well of true wit is truth itself
The debts we owe ourselves are the
hardest to pay
The greed of gain is our volcano
The burlesque Irishman can't be
caricatured
The man had to be endured, like other
doses in politics
The greater wounds do not immediately
convince us of our fate
The system is cursed by nature, and
that means by heaven
The turn will come to us as to others--
and go
The woman seeking for an anomaly wants
a master
The language of party is eloquent
The philosopher (I would keep him back
if I could)
The gallant cornet adored delicacy and
a gilded refinement
The sentimentalist goes on accumulating
images
The dismally-lighted city wore a look
of Judgement terrible to see
The kindest of men can be cruel
The night went past as a year
The social world he looked at did not
show him heroes
The overwise themselves hoodwink
The king without his crown hath a
forehead like the clown
The curse of sorrow is comparison!
The race is for domestic peace, my boy
The divinely damnable naked truth won't
wear ornaments
The idol of the hour is the mob's
wooden puppet
The embraced respected woman
The habit of the defensive paralyzes
will
The intricate, which she takes for the
infinite
The mildness of assured dictatorship
The alternative is, a garter and the
bedpost
The ass eats at my table, and treats me
with contempt
The Countess dieted the vanity
according to the nationality
The letter had a smack of crabbed age
hardly counterfeit
The commonest things are the worst done
The thrust sinned in its shrewdness
The power to give and take flattery to
any amount
Their sneer withers
Their not caring to think at all
Their idol pitched before them on the
floor
Their hearts are eaten up by property
Their way was down a green lane and
across long meadow-paths
Then for us the struggle, for him the
grief
Then, if you will not tell me
There is little to be learnt when a
little is known
There is no history of events below the
surface
There is no first claim
There is no step backward in life
There is more in men and women than the
stuff they utter
There is no driver like stomach
There were joy-bells for Robert and
Rhoda, but none for Dahlia
There is for the mind but one grasp of
happiness
There may be women who think as well as
feel; I don't know them
There are women who go through life not
knowing love
There's nothing like a metaphor for an
evasion
There's not an act of a man's life lies
dead behind him
There's ne'er a worse off but there's a
better off
They have no sensitiveness, we have too
much
They may know how to make themselves
happy in their climate
They dare not. The more I dare, the
less dare they
They have not to speak to exhibit their
minds
They had all noticed, seen, and
observed
They seem to me to be educated to
conceal their education
They miss their pleasure in pursuing it
They could have pardoned her a younger
lover
They take fever for strength, and
calmness for submission
They are little ironical laughter--
Accidents
They have their thinking done for them
They laugh, but they laugh
extinguishingly
They kissed coldly, pressed a hand,
said good night
They create by stoppage a volcano
They want you to show them what they 'd
like the world to be
They, meantime, who had a contempt for
sleep
They believe that the angels have been
busy about them
They helped her to feel at home with
herself
They do not live; they are engines
They're always having to retire and
always hissing
Things are not equal
Things were lumpish and gloomy that day
of the week
Thirst for the haranguing of crowds
This was a totally different case from
the antecedent ones
This mania of young people for
pleasure, eternal pleasure
This love they rattle about and rave
about
This girl was pliable only to service,
not to grief
This female talk of the eternities
Those happy men who enjoy perceptions
without opinions
Those who know little and dread much
Those days of intellectual coxcombry
Those numerous women who always know
themselves to be right
Those whose humour consists of a
readiness to laugh
Those who have the careless chatter,
the ready laugh
Those who are rescued and made happy by
circumstances
Thought of differences with him caused
frightful apprehensions
Threatened powerful drugs for weak
stomachs
Threats of prayer, however, that harp
upon their sincerity
Thus does Love avenge himself on the
unsatisfactory Past
Thus are we stricken by the days of our
youth
Tight grasps of the hand, in which
there was warmth and shyness
Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be
to-night
Time and strength run to waste in
retarding the inevitable
Time is due to us, and the minutes are
our gold slipping away
Time, whose trick is to turn corners of
unanticipated sharpness
Times when an example is needed by
brave men
Tis the fashion to have our tattle done
by machinery
Tis the first step that makes a path
Titles showered on the women who take
free breath of air
To be a really popular hero anywhere in
Britain (must be a drinker)
To hope, and not be impatient, is
really to believe
To males, all ideas are female until
they are made facts
To be both generally blamed, and
generally liked
To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs.
Mel's, and a wise one
To kill the deer and be sorry for the
suffering wretch is common
To be passive in calamity is the
province of no woman
To the rest of the world he was a
progressive comedy
To know how to take a licking, that
wins in the end
To have no sympathy with the playful
mind is not to have a mind
To time and a wife it is no disgrace
for a man to bend
To know that you are in England,
breathing the same air with me
To be her master, however, one must not
begin by writhing as her slave
To do nothing, is the wisdom of those
who have seen fools perish
To most men women are knaves or ninnies
To beg the vote and wink the bribe
Tongue flew, thought followed
Too well used to defeat to believe
readily in victory
Too prompt, too full of personal relish
of his point
Too many time-servers rot the State
Too weak to resist, to submit to an
outrage quietly
Too often hangs the house on one loose
stone
Took care to be late, so that all eyes
beheld her
Tooth that received a stone when it
expected candy
Top and bottom sin is cowardice
Tossed him from repulsion to
incredulity, and so back
Touch him with my hand, before he
passed from our sight
Touch sin and you accommodate yourself
to its vileness
Touching a nerve
Toyed with little flowers of palest
memory
Tradesman, and he never was known to
have sent in a bill
Trial of her beauty of a woman in a
temper
Trick for killing time without hurting
him
Tried to be honest, and was as much so
as his disease permitted
Troublesome appendages of success
True love excludes no natural duty
True enjoyment of the princely
disposition
Trust no man Still, this man may be
better than that man
Truth is, they have taken a stain from
the life they lead
Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose
Twisted by a nature that would not
allow of open eyes
Two wishes make a will
Two principal roads by which poor
sinners come to a conscience
Two people love, there is no such thing
as owing between them
Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted
Unanimous verdicts from a jury of
temporary impressions
Uncommon unprogressiveness
Unfeminine of any woman to speak
continuously anywhere
Universal censor's angry spite
Unseemly hour--unbetimes
Unshamed exuberant male has found the
sweet reverse in his mate
Use your religion like a drug
Utterance of generous and patriotic
cries is not sufficient
Vagrant compassionateness of
sentimentalists
Vanity maketh the strongest most weak
Venerated by his followers, well hated
by his enemies
Venus of nature was melting into a
Venus of art
Very little parleying between
determined men
Vessel was conspiring to ruin our
self-respect
Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal'
Violent summons to accept, which is a
provocation to deny
Virtue of impatience
Virtuously zealous in an instant on
behalf of the lovely dame
Vowed never more to repeat that offence
to his patience
Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in
her
Wait till the day's ended before you
curse your luck
Waited serenely for the certain
disasters to enthrone her
Wakening to the claims of others--
Youth's infant conscience
Want of courage is want of sense
War is only an exaggerated form of
duelling
Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm
on skates
Was I true? Not so very false, yet how
far from truth!
Was not one of the order whose Muse is
the Public Taste
Was born on a hired bed
Watch, and wait
We are, in short, a civilized people
We shall not be rich--nor poor
We could row and ride and fish and
shoot, and breed largely
We has long overshadowed "I"
We are good friends till we quarrel
again
We are chiefly led by hope
We have a system, not planned but grown
We can bear to fall; we cannot afford
to draw back
We can't hope to have what should be
We don't know we are in halves
We must fawn in society
We never see peace but in the features
of the dead
We live alone, and do not much feel it
till we are visited
We dare not be weak if we would
We do not see clearly when we are
trying to deceive
We women can read men by their power to
love
We were unarmed, and the spectacle was
distressing
We trust them or we crush them
We shall go together; we shall not have
to weep for one another
We make our taskmasters of those to
whom we have done a wrong
We cannot relinquish an idea that was
ours
We deprive all renegades of their
spiritual titles
We like well whatso we have done good
work for
We grew accustomed to periods of Irish
fever
We have come to think we have a claim
upon her gratitude
We must have some excuse, if we would
keep to life
We shall want a war to teach the
country the value of courage
We cannot, men or woman, control the
heart in sleep at night
We have now looked into the hazy
interior of their systems
We don't go together into a garden of
roses
We're treated like old-fashioned
ornaments!
We're all of us hit at last, and
generally by our own weapon
We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who
touches us
We're smitten to-day in our hearts and
our pockets
We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit
in us
Weak stomach is certainly more carnally
virtuous than a full one
Weak reeds who are easily vanquished
and never overcome