ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, ENTIRE [GM#58][GM58V10.TXT]4452

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

Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils

Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow

All passed too swift for happiness

Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair

As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept

Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself

Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side

Bade his audience to beware of princes

Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry

But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off

But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death

Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples

Decent insincerity

Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it

Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters

Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man

Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them

Habit of antedating his sagacity

He clearly could not learn from misfortune

He thinks or he chews

He would neither retort nor defend himself

He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies

He put no question to anybody

I can't think brisk out of my breeches

I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me

I do not defend myself ever

I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent

I laughed louder than was necessary

If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you?

Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will

Irony instead of eloquence

Is it any waste of time to write of love?

It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger

Kindness is kindness, all over the world

Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them

Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master

Look within, and avoid lying

Mindless, he says, and arrogant

Nations at war are wild beasts

No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers

Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all

One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough

One who studies is not being a fool

Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German

Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust

Puns are the smallpox of the language

Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in

Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can

Simplicity is the keenest weapon

Some so-called laws of honour

Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far

Stultification of one's feelings and ideas

Tears are the way of women and their comfort

Tension of the old links keeping us together

The most dangerous word of all--ja

The love that survives has strangled craving

The thought stood in her eyes

The proper defence for a nation is its history

The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously

The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing

Then for us the struggle, for him the grief

There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter

There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off

They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education

They have not to speak to exhibit their minds

They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they

They are little ironical laughter--Accidents

Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances

Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness

Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery

To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe

To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy

To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common

Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point

Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose

Unseemly hour--unbetimes

Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect

War is only an exaggerated form of duelling

Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth!

We has long overshadowed "I"

What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces'

What else is so consolatory to a ruined man?

Who beguiles so much as Self?

Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health?

Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete

Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly

Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels

You may learn to know yourself through love

Quotations from the Project Gutenberg Editions of the Collected Works of George Meredith · 第 58 / 106 题