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CONTENTS
Pierre and His People, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#02][gp02w10.txt]6074 Pierre and His People, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#03][gp03w10.txt]6075 Pierre and His People, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#04][gp04w10.txt]6076 Pierre and His People, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#05][gp05w10.txt]6077 Pierre and His People, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#06][gp06w10.txt]6078 Pierre and His People, by Parker, Complete [GP#07][gp07w10.txt]6079 Romany of the Snows, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#08][gp08w10.txt]6080 Romany of the Snows, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#09][gp09w10.txt]6081 Romany of the Snows, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#10][gp10w10.txt]6082 Romany of the Snows, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#11][gp11w10.txt]6083 Romany of the Snows, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#12][gp12w10.txt]6084 Romany of the Snows, by Parker, Complete [GP#13][gp13w10.txt]6085 Northern Lights, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#14][gp14w10.txt]6086 Northern Lights, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#15][gp15w10.txt]6087 Northern Lights, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#16][gp16w10.txt]6088 Northern Lights, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#17][gp17w10.txt]6089 Northern Lights, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#18][gp18w10.txt]6090 Northern Lights, by Parker, Complete [GP#19][gp19w10.txt]6091 Mrs. Falchion, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#20][gp20w10.txt]6092 Mrs. Falchion, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#21][gp21w10.txt]6093 Mrs. Falchion, by Parker, Complete [GP#22][gp22w10.txt]6094 Cumner & South Sea Folk, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#23][gp23w10.txt]6095 Cumner & South Sea Folk, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#24][gp24w10.txt]6096 Cumner & South Sea Folk, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#25][gp25w10.txt]6097 Cumner & South Sea Folk, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#26][gp26w10.txt]6098 Cumner & South Sea Folk, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#27][gp27w10.txt]6099 Cumner & South Sea, by Parker, Complete [GP#28][gp28w10.txt]6101 Valmond Came to Pontiac, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#29][gp29w10.txt]6102 Valmond Came to Pontiac, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#30][gp30w10.txt]6103 Valmond Came to Pontiac, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#31][gp31w10.txt]6104 Valmond to Pontiac, by Parker, Complete [GP#32][gp32w10.txt]6105 The Trail of the Sword, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#33][gp33w10.txt]6106 The Trail of the Sword, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#34][gp34w10.txt]6107 The Trail of the Sword, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#35][gp35w10.txt]6108 The Trail of the Sword, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#36][gp36w10.txt]6109 Trail of the Sword, by Parker, Complete [GP#37][gp37w10.txt]6110 Translation of a Savage, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#38][gp38w10.txt]6111 Translation of a Savage, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#39][gp39w10.txt]6112 Translation of a Savage, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#40][gp40w10.txt]6113 Translation of Savage, by Parker, Complete [GP#41][gp41w10.txt]6114 Pomp of the Lavilettes, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#42][gp42w10.txt]6115 Pomp of the Lavilettes, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#43][gp43w10.txt]6116 Pomp of Lavilettes, by Parker, Complete [GP#44][gp44w10.txt]6117 At Sign of the Eagle, by G. Parker, [GP#45][gp45w10.txt]6118 The Trespasser, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#46][gp46w10.txt]6119 The Trespasser, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#47][gp47w10.txt]6120 The Trespasser, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#48][gp48w10.txt]6121 The Trespasser, by Parker, Complete [GP#49][gp49w10.txt]6122 March of White Guard, by G. Parker, [GP#50][gp50w10.txt]6123 Seats of the Mighty, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#51][gp51w10.txt]6124 Seats of the Mighty, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#52][gp52w10.txt]6125 Seats of the Mighty, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#53][gp53w10.txt]6126 Seats of the Mighty, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#54][gp54w10.txt]6127 Seats of the Mighty, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#55][gp55w10.txt]6128 Seats of the Mighty, by Parker, Complete [GP#56][gp56w10.txt]6129 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#57][gp57w10.txt]6130 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#58][gp58w10.txt]6131 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#59][gp59w10.txt]6132 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#60][gp60w10.txt]6133 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#61][gp61w10.txt]6134 Battle Of The Strong, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#62][gp62w10.txt]6135 Battle Of The Strong, by Parker, Complete [GP#63][gp63w10.txt]6136 Lane Had No Turning, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#64][gp64w10.txt]6137 Lane Had No Turning, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#65][gp65w10.txt]6138 Lane Had No Turning, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#66][gp66w10.txt]6139 Lane Had No Turning, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#67][gp67w10.txt]6140 Lane Had No Turning, by Parker, Complete [GP#68][gp68w10.txt]6141 Parables Of A Province, by G. Parker, [GP#69][gp69w10.txt]6142 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#70][gp70w10.txt]6143 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#71][gp71w10.txt]6144 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#72][gp72w10.txt]6145 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#73][gp73w10.txt]6146 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#74][gp74w10.txt]6147 The Right Of Way, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#75][gp75w10.txt]6148 The Right Of Way, by Parker, Complete [GP#76][gp76w10.txt]6149 Michel And Angele, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#77][gp77w10.txt]6150 Michel And Angele, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#78][gp78w10.txt]6151 Michel And Angele, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#79][gp79w10.txt]6152 Michel And Angele, by Parker, Complete [GP#80][gp80w10.txt]6153 John Enderby, by G. Parker, [GP#81][gp81w10.txt]6154 Sorrow On The Sea, by G. Parker, [GP#82][gp82w10.txt]6155 Donovan Pasha &c, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#83][gp83w10.txt]6156 Donovan Pasha &c, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#84][gp84w10.txt]6157 Donovan Pasha &c, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#85][gp85w10.txt]6158 Donovan Pasha &c, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#86][gp86w10.txt]6159 Donovan Pasha &c, by Parker, Complete [GP#87][gp87w10.txt]6160 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#88][gp88w10.txt]6161 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#89][gp89w10.txt]6162 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#90][gp90w10.txt]6163 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#91][gp91w10.txt]6164 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#92][gp92w10.txt]6165 The Weavers, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#93][gp93w10.txt]6166 The Weavers, by Parker, Complete [GP#94][gp94w10.txt]6167 Embers (Poetry), by G. Parker, v1 [GP#95][gp95w10.txt]6168 Embers (Poetry), by G. Parker, v2 [GP#96][gp96w10.txt]6169 Embers (Poetry), by G. Parker, v3 [GP#97][gp97w10.txt]6170 Embers (Poetry), by Parker, Complete [GP#98][gp98w10.txt]6171 A Lover's Diary(Poetry), by G. Parker, v1 [GP#99][gp99w10.txt]6172 A Lover's Diary(Poetry), by G. Parker, v2 [GP100][gp10010.txt]6173 Lover's Diary(Poetry), by Parker, Complete [GP101][gp10110.txt]6174 The Money Master, by G. Parker, v1 [GP102][gp10210.txt]6175 The Money Master, by G. Parker, v2 [GP103][gp10310.txt]6176 The Money Master, by G. Parker, v3 [GP104][gp10410.txt]6177 The Money Master, by G. Parker, v4 [GP105][gp10510.txt]6178 The Money Master, by G. Parker, v5 [GP106][gp10610.txt]6179 The Money Master, by Parker, Complete [GP107][gp10710.txt]6180 The World For Sale, by G. Parker, v1 [GP108][gp10810.txt]6181 The World For Sale, by G. Parker, v2 [GP109][gp10910.txt]6182 The World For Sale, by G. Parker, v3 [GP110][gp11010.txt]6183 The World For Sale, by Parker, Complete [GP111][gp11110.txt]6184 Never Know Your Luck, by G. Parker, v1 [GP112][gp11210.txt]6185 Never Know Your Luck, by G. Parker, v2 [GP113][gp11310.txt]6186 Never Know Your Luck, by G. Parker, v3 [GP114][gp11410.txt]6187 Never Know Your Luck, by Parker, Complete [GP115][gp11510.txt]6188 Wild Youth, by G. Parker, v1 [GP116][gp11610.txt]6189 Wild Youth, by G. Parker, v2 [GP117][gp11710.txt]6190 Wild Youth, by Parker, Complete [GP118][gp11810.txt]6191 No Defense, by G. Parker, v1 [GP119][gp11910.txt]6192 No Defense, by G. Parker, v2 [GP120][gp12010.txt]6193 No Defense, by G. Parker, v3 [GP121][gp12110.txt]6194 No Defense, by Parker, Complete [GP122][gp12210.txt]6195 Carnac's Folly, by G. Parker, v1 [GP123][gp12310.txt]6196 Carnac's Folly, by G. Parker, v2 [GP124][gp12410.txt]6197 Carnac's Folly, by G. Parker, v3 [GP125][gp12510.txt]6198 Carnac's Folly, by Parker, Complete [GP126][gp12610.txt]6199 The PG Works of Gilbert Parker, Complete [GP127][gp12710.txt]6200
QUOTATIONS FROM THE NOVELS OF GILBERT PARKER
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#02][gp02w10.txt]6074
Awkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemies Carrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's love Freedom is the first essential of the artistic mind I was born insolent Knowing that his face would never be turned from me Likenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animal Longed to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of children Meditation is the enemy of action My excuses were making bad infernally worse Nothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eye She wasn't young, but she seemed so The Barracks of the Free The gods made last to humble the pride of men—there was rum The soul of goodness in things evil Time is the test, and Time will have its way with me Where I should never hear the voice of the social Thou must
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#03][gp03w10.txt]6075
Delicate revenge which hath its hour with every man Good is often an occasion more than a condition He does not love Pierre; but he does not pretend to love him It is not Justice that fills the gaols, but Law It is not much to kill or to die—that is in the game Men and women are unwittingly their own executioners Noise is not battle She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute The Government cherish the Injin much in these days
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#04][gp04w10.txt]6076
At first—and at the last—he was kind Courage; without which, men are as the standing straw Evil is half-accidental, half-natural Fascinating colour which makes evil appear to be good Had the luck together, all kinds and all weathers Hunger for happiness is robbery If one remembers, why should the other forget Instinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sides Mothers always forgive The higher we go the faster we live The Injin speaks the truth, perhaps—eye of red man multipies The world is not so bad as is claimed for it Whatever has been was a dream; whatever is now is real You do not shout dinner till you have your knife in the loaf
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#05][gp05w10.txt]6077
Irishmen have gifts for only two things—words and women More idle than wicked Reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#06][gp06w10.txt]6078
An inner sorrow is a consuming fire Philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious Remember your own sins before you charge others
PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by Parker, Complete [GP#07][gp07w10.txt]6079
An inner sorrow is a consuming fire At first—and at the last—he was kind Awkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemies Carrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's love Courage; without which, men are as the standing straw Delicate revenge which hath its hour with every man Evil is half-accidental, half-natural Fascinating colour which makes evil appear to be good Freedom is the first essential of the artistic mind Good is often an occasion more than a condition Had the luck together, all kinds and all weathers He does not love Pierre; but he does not pretend to love him Hunger for happiness is robbery I was born insolent If one remembers, why should the other forget Instinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sides Irishmen have gifts for only two things—words and women It is not Justice that fills the gaols, but Law It is not much to kill or to die—that is in the game Knowing that his face would never be turned from me Likenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animal Longed to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of children Meditation is the enemy of action Men and women are unwittingly their own executioners More idle than wicked Mothers always forgive My excuses were making bad infernally worse Noise is not battle Nothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eye Philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious Reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has Remember your own sins before you charge others She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute She wasn't young, but she seemed so The soul of goodness in things evil The Injin speaks the truth, perhaps—eye of red man multipies The Government cherish the Injin much in these days The gods made last to humble the pride of men—there was rum The higher we go the faster we live The Barracks of the Free The world is not so bad as is claimed for it Time is the test, and Time will have its way with me Whatever has been was a dream; whatever is now is real Where I should never hear the voice of the social Thou must You do not shout dinner till you have your knife in the loaf
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#08][gp08w10.txt]6080
A human life he held to be a trifle in the big sum of time Fear of one's own wife is the worst fear in the world He never saw an insult unless he intended to avenge it Liars all men may be, but that's wid wimmin or landlords Men are like dogs—they worship him who beats them She valued what others found useless Women are half saints, half fools
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#09][gp09w10.txt]6081
Bad turns good sometimes, when you know the how How can you judge the facts if you don't know the feeling? Put the matter on your own hearthstone
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#10][gp10w10.txt]6082
Advantage to live where nothing was required of her but truth Don't be too honest Every shot that kills ricochets Not good to have one thing in the head all the time Remember the sorrow of thine own wife Secret of life: to keep your own commandments She had not suffered that sickness, social artifice Some people are rough with the poor—and proud They whose tragedy lies in the capacity to suffer greatly Think with the minds of twelve men, and the heart of one woman Youth hungers for the vanities
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#11][gp11w10.txt]6083
Have you ever felt the hand of your own child in yours Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy Solitude fixes our hearts immovably on things When a man laugh in the sun and think nothing of evil
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#12][gp12w10.txt]6084
All humour in him had a strain of the sardonic In her heart she never can defy the world as does a man Some wise men are fools, one way or another
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS, by Parker, Complete [GP#13][gp13w10.txt]6085
A human life he held to be a trifle in the big sum of time Advantage to live where nothing was required of her but truth All humour in him had a strain of the sardonic Bad turns good sometimes, when you know the how Don't be too honest Every shot that kills ricochets Fear of one's own wife is the worst fear in the world Have you ever felt the hand of your own child in yours He never saw an insult unless he intended to avenge it How can you judge the facts if you don't know the feeling? In her heart she never can defy the world as does a man Liars all men may be, but that's wid wimmin or landlords Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy Men are like dogs—they worship him who beats them Not good to have one thing in the head all the time Put the matter on your own hearthstone Remember the sorrow of thine own wife Secret of life: to keep your own commandments She valued what others found useless She had not suffered that sickness, social artifice 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 They whose tragedy lies in the capacity to suffer greatly Think with the minds of twelve men, and the heart of one woman When a man laugh in the sun and think nothing of evil Women are half saints, half fools Youth hungers for the vanities
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#14][gp14w10.txt]6086
Even bad company's better than no company at all Future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer I like when I like, and I like a lot when I like It ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always Things in life git stronger than we are We don't live in months and years, but just in minutes
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#15][gp15w10.txt]6087
I don't think. I'm old enough to know Knew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them open Nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite That he will find the room empty where I am not The temerity and nonchalance of despair
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#16][gp16w10.txt]6088
Being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had Self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him Tyranny of the little man, given a power
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#17][gp17w10.txt]6089
Babbling covers a lot of secrets Beneath it all there was a little touch of ridicule What'll be the differ a hundred years from now
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#18][gp18w10.txt]6090
Don't go at a fence till you're sure of your seat The real business of life is trying to understand each other You've got blind rashness, and so you think you're bold
NORTHERN LIGHTS, by Parker, Complete [GP#19][gp19w10.txt]6091
Babbling covers a lot of secrets Being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had Beneath it all there was a little touch of ridicule Don't go at a fence till you're sure of your seat Even bad company's better than no company at all Future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer I like when I like, and I like a lot when I like I don't think. I'm old enough to know It ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always Knew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them open Nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite Self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him That he will find the room empty where I am not The temerity and nonchalance of despair The real business of life is trying to understand each other Things in life git stronger than we are Tyranny of the little man, given a power We don't live in months and years, but just in minutes What'll be the differ a hundred years from now You've got blind rashness, and so you think you're bold
MRS. FALCHION, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#20][gp20w10.txt]6092
Aboriginal dispersion And even envy praised her Audience that patronisingly listens outside a room or window But to pay the vulgar penalty of prison—ah! Death is a magnificent ally; it untangles knots Engrossed more, it seemed, in the malady than in the man For a man having work to do, woman, lovely woman, is rocks It is difficult to be idle—and important too It is hard to be polite to cowards Jews everywhere treated worse than the Chinaman One always buys back the past at a tremendous price One doesn't choose to worry Saying uncomfortable things in a deferential way Slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving apathy in their train That anxious civility which beauty can inspire The ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings The sea is a great breeder of friendship The tender care of a woman—than many pharmacopoeias Vanity; and from this much feminine hatred springs Very severe on those who do not pretend to be good What is gone is gone. Graves are idolatry Who get a morbid enjoyment out of misery
MRS. FALCHION, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#21][gp21w10.txt]6093
A heart-break for that kind is their salvation A man may be forgiven for a sin, but the effect remains A man you could bank on, and draw your interest reg'lar All he has to do is to be vague, and look prodigious (Scientist) Death is not the worst of evils Every true woman is a mother, though she have no child Fear a woman are when she hates, and when she loves He didn't always side with the majority He had neither self-consciousness nor fear Her own suffering always set her laughing at herself Learned what fools we mortals be Love can outlive slander Men do not steal up here: that is the unpardonable crime She had provoked love, but had never given it Still the end of your existence, I rejoined—to be amused? The happy scene of the play before the villain comes in The threshold of an acknowledged love There are things we repent of which cannot be repaired There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world Think that a woman gives the heart for pleasant weather only? Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart Time a woman most yearns for a man is when she has refused him Would look back and not remember that she had a childhood
MRS. FALCHION, by Parker, Complete [GP#22][gp22w10.txt]6094
A heart-break for that kind is their salvation A man may be forgiven for a sin, but the effect remains A man you could bank on, and draw your interest reg'lar Aboriginal dispersion All he has to do is to be vague, and look prodigious (Scientist) And even envy praised her Audience that patronisingly listens outside a room or window But to pay the vulgar penalty of prison—ah! Death is not the worst of evils Death is a magnificent ally; it untangles knots Engrossed more, it seemed, in the malady than in the man Every true woman is a mother, though she have no child Fear a woman are when she hates, and when she loves For a man having work to do, woman, lovely woman, is rocks He didn't always side with the majority He had neither self-consciousness nor fear Her own suffering always set her laughing at herself It is hard to be polite to cowards It is difficult to be idle—and important too Jews everywhere treated worse than the Chinaman Learned what fools we mortals be Love can outlive slander Men do not steal up here: that is the unpardonable crime One doesn't choose to worry One always buys back the past at a tremendous price Saying uncomfortable things in a deferential way She had provoked love, but had never given it Slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving apathy in their train Still the end of your existence, I rejoined—to be amused? That anxious civility which beauty can inspire The tender care of a woman—than many pharmacopoeias The sea is a great breeder of friendship The ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings The threshold of an acknowledged love The happy scene of the play before the villain comes in There are things we repent of which cannot be repaired There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world Think that a woman gives the heart for pleasant weather only? Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart Time a woman most yearns for a man is when she has refused him Vanity; and from this much feminine hatred springs Very severe on those who do not pretend to be good What is gone is gone. Graves are idolatry Who get a morbid enjoyment out of misery Would look back and not remember that she had a childhood
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA FOLK, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#23][gp23w10.txt]6095
Ate some coffee-beans and drank some cold water His courtesy was not on the same expansive level as his vanity
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA FOLK, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#24][gp24w10.txt]6096
It isn't what they do, it's what they don't do No, I'm not good—I'm only beautiful Should not make our own personal experience a law unto the world Undisciplined generosity Women don't go by evidence, but by their feelings You have lost your illusions You've got to be ready, that's all
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA FOLK, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#25][gp25w10.txt]6097
Answered, with the indifference of despair Mystery is dear to a woman's heart Never looked to get an immense amount of happiness out of life There is nothing so tragic as the formal
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA FOLK, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#26][gp26w10.txt]6098
Preserved a marked unconsciousness Surely she might weep a little for herself Time when she should and when she should not be wooed Where the light is darkness
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA FOLK, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#27][gp27w10.txt]6099
All is fair where all is foul He borrowed no trouble
CUMNER & SOUTH SEA, by Parker, Complete [GP#28][gp28w10.txt]6101
All is fair where all is foul Answered, with the indifference of despair Ate some coffee-beans and drank some cold water He borrowed no trouble His courtesy was not on the same expansive level as his vanity It isn't what they do, it's what they don't do Mystery is dear to a woman's heart Never looked to get an immense amount of happiness out of life No, I'm not good—I'm only beautiful Preserved a marked unconsciousness Should not make our own personal experience a law unto the world Surely she might weep a little for herself There is nothing so tragic as the formal Time when she should and when she should not be wooed Undisciplined generosity Where the light is darkness Women don't go by evidence, but by their feelings You have lost your illusions You've got to be ready, that's all
VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#29][gp29w10.txt]6102
Conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance Touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius We are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life
VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#30][gp30w10.txt]6103
Her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed I was never good at catechism The blind tyranny of the just Visions of the artistic temperament—delight and curse
VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#31][gp31w10.txt]6104
Vanity is the bane of mankind You cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence
VALMOND TO PONTIAC, by Parker, Complete [GP#32][gp32w10.txt]6105
Conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance Her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed I was never good at catechism The blind tyranny of the just Touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius Vanity is the bane of mankind Visions of the artistic temperament—delight and curse We are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life You cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence
THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#33][gp33w10.txt]6106
Love, too, is a game, and needs playing To die without whining
THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#34][gp34w10.txt]6107
Often called an invention of the devil (Violin)
THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#35][gp35w10.txt]6108
Aboriginal in all of us, who must have a sign for an emotion Learned, as we all must learn, that we live our dark hour alone
TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by Parker, Complete [GP#37][gp37w10.txt]6110
Aboriginal in all of us, who must have a sign for an emotion Learned, as we all must learn, that we live our dark hour alone Love, too, is a game, and needs playing Often called an invention of the devil (Violin) To die without whining
TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#38][gp38w10.txt]6111
Being young, she exaggerated the importance of the event His duties were many, or he made them so Men must have their bad hours alone Most important lessons of life—never to quarrel with a woman Sympathy and consolation might be much misplaced These little pieces of art make life possible Think of our position Who never knew self-consciousness You never can make a scandal less by trying to hide it
TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#39][gp39w10.txt]6112
If fumbling human fingers do not meddle with it Miseries of this world are caused by forcing issues Reading a lot and forgetting everything The world never welcomes its deserters There is no influence like the influence of habit There should be written the one word, "Wait" Training in the charms of superficiality We grow away from people against our will We speak with the straight tongue; it is cowards who lie
TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#40][gp40w10.txt]6113
Every man should have laws of his own Flood came which sweeps away the rust that gathers in the eyes How can one force one's heart? No, no! One has to wait Man or woman must not expect too much out of life May be more beautiful in uncertain England than anywhere else Men are shy with each other where their emotions are in play Prepared for a kiss this hour and a reproach the next Romance is an incident to a man Simply to have death renewed every morning To sorrow may their humour be a foil We want to get more out of life than there really is in it Who can understand a woman? Worth while to have lived so long and to have seen so much
TRANSLATION OF SAVAGE, by Parker, Complete [GP#41][gp41w10.txt]6114
Being young, she exaggerated the importance of the event Every man should have laws of his own Flood came which sweeps away the rust that gathers in the eyes His duties were many, or he made them so How can one force one's heart? No, no! One has to wait If fumbling human fingers do not meddle with it Man or woman must not expect too much out of life May be more beautiful in uncertain England than anywhere else Men must have their bad hours alone Men are shy with each other where their emotions are in play Miseries of this world are caused by forcing issues Most important lessons of life—never to quarrel with a woman Prepared for a kiss this hour and a reproach the next Reading a lot and forgetting everything Romance is an incident to a man Simply to have death renewed every morning Sympathy and consolation might be much misplaced The world never welcomes its deserters There should be written the one word, "Wait" There is no influence like the influence of habit These little pieces of art make life possible Think of our position To sorrow may their humour be a foil Training in the charms of superficiality We grow away from people against our will We want to get more out of life than there really is in it We speak with the straight tongue; it is cowards who lie Who never knew self-consciousness Who can understand a woman? Worth while to have lived so long and to have seen so much You never can make a scandal less by trying to hide it
POMP OF THE LAVILETTES, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#42][gp42w10.txt]6115
Illusive hopes and irresponsible deceptions She lacked sense a little and sensitiveness much To be popular is not necessarily to be contemptible Who say 'God bless you' in New York! They say 'Damn you!'
POMP OF THE LAVILETTES, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#43][gp43w10.txt]6116
After which comes steady happiness or the devil to pay (wedding) All men are worse than most women I always did what was wrong, and liked it—nearly always Men feel surer of women than women feel of men
POMP OF LAVILETTES, by Parker, Complete [GP#44][gp44w10.txt]6117
After which comes steady happiness or the devil to pay (wedding) All men are worse than most women I always did what was wrong, and liked it—nearly always Illusive hopes and irresponsible deceptions Men feel surer of women than women feel of men She lacked sense a little and sensitiveness much To be popular is not necessarily to be contemptible Who say 'God bless you' in New York! They say 'Damn you!'
AT SIGN OF THE EAGLE, by G. Parker, [GP#45][gp45w10.txt]6118
But I don't think it is worth doing twice He wishes to be rude to some one, and is disappointed I—couldn't help it Interfere with people who had a trade and didn't understand it Lose their heads, and be so absurdly earnest Scoundrel, too weak to face the consequences of his sin
THE TRESPASSER, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#46][gp46w10.txt]6119
He was strong enough to admit ignorance Not to show surprise at anything Truth waits long, but whips hard
THE TRESPASSER, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#47][gp47w10.txt]6120
Down in her heart, loves to be mastered I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love Live and let live is doing good
THE TRESPASSER, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#48][gp48w10.txt]6121
Clever men are trying He had no instinct for vice in the name of amusement What a nice mob you press fellows are—wholesale scavengers
THE TRESPASSER, by Parker, Complete [GP#49][gp49w10.txt]6122
Clever men are trying Down in her heart, loves to be mastered He had no instinct for vice in the name of amusement He was strong enough to admit ignorance I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love Live and let live is doing good Not to show surprise at anything Truth waits long, but whips hard What a nice mob you press fellows are—wholesale scavengers
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#57][gp57w10.txt]6130
A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant Sacrifice to the god of the pin-hole What fools there are in the world
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#58][gp58w10.txt]6131
Adaptability was his greatest weapon in life He felt things, he did not study them If women hadn't memory, she answered, they wouldn't have much Lilt of existence lulling to sleep wisdom and tried experience Lonely we come into the world, and lonely we go out of it Never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#59][gp59w10.txt]6132
Egotism with which all are diseased Egregious egotism of young love there are only two identities Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I fall, avenge me It's the people who try to be clever who never are Knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech People who are clever never think of trying to be
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#60][gp60w10.txt]6133
Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep you can forget Cling to beliefs long after conviction has been shattered Futility of goodness, the futility of all Her voice had the steadiness of despair Joy of a confessional which relieves the sick heart Often, we would rather be hurt than hurt Queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law Rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world Sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity Thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid There is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer Uses up your misery and makes you tired (Work) We care so little for real justice
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#61][gp61w10.txt]6134
It is easy to repent when our pleasures have palled Kissed her twice on the cheek—the first time in fifteen years No news—no trouble War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#62][gp62w10.txt]6135
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride
BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by Parker, Complete [GP#63][gp63w10.txt]6136
A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant Adaptability was his greatest weapon in life Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep you can forget Cling to beliefs long after conviction has been shattered Egotism with which all are diseased Egregious egotism of young love there are only two identities Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I fall, avenge me Futility of goodness, the futility of all He felt things, he did not study them Her voice had the steadiness of despair If women hadn't memory, she answered, they wouldn't have much It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride It is easy to repent when our pleasures have palled It's the people who try to be clever who never are 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 Lilt of existence lulling to sleep wisdom and tried experience Lonely we come into the world, and lonely we go out of it Never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious No news—no trouble Often, we would rather be hurt than hurt People who are clever never think of trying to be Queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law Rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life Sacrifice to the god of the pin-hole Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world Sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity Thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer There is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury Uses up your misery and makes you tired (Work) War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle We care so little for real justice What fools there are in the world
LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#64][gp64w10.txt]6137
Ah, let it be soon! Ah, let him die soon! All are hurt some time Did not let him think that she was giving up anything for him Duplicity, for which she might never have to ask forgiveness Frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim of sentiment Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous, unreasonable Her stronger soul ruled him without his knowledge I love that love in which I married him Let others ride to glory, I'll shoe their horses for the gallop Lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins Love has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty, or fortune Nature twists in back, or anywhere, gets a twist in's brain too Rewarded for its mistakes Some are hurt in one way and some in another Struggle of conscience and expediency
LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#65][gp65w10.txt]6138
But a wounded spirit who can bear Man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives You—you all were so ready to suspect
LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#66][gp66w10.txt]6139
Can't get the company I want, so what I can get I have Capered at the mirror, and dusted her face with oatmeal For everything you lose you get something No trouble like that which comes between parent and child Old clock in the corner "ticking" life, and youth, and hope away She had not much brains, but she had some shrewdness Take the honeymoon himself, and leave his wife to learn cooking The laughter of a ripe summer was upon the land Thought all as flippant as herself Turned the misery of the world into a game, and grinned at it When the heart rusts the rust shows
LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#67][gp67w10.txt]6140
We'll lave the past behind us The furious music of death and war was over
LANE HAD NO TURNING, by Parker, Complete [GP#68][gp68w10.txt]6141
Ah, let it be soon! Ah, let him die soon! All are hurt some time But a wounded spirit who can bear Did not let him think that she was giving up anything for him Duplicity, for which she might never have to ask forgiveness Frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim of sentiment Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous, unreasonable Her stronger soul ruled him without his knowledge I love that love in which I married him Let others ride to glory, I'll shoe their horses for the gallop Lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins Love has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty, or fortune Man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives Nature twists in back, or anywhere, gets a twist in's brain too Rewarded for its mistakes Some are hurt in one way and some in another Struggle of conscience and expediency The furious music of death and war was over We'll lave the past behind us You—you all were so ready to suspect
PARABLES OF A PROVINCE, by G. Parker, [GP#69][gp69w10.txt]6142
Counsel of the overwise to go jolting through the soul Love knows not distance; it hath no continent When a child is born the mother also is born again
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#70][gp70w10.txt]6143
He had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows!
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#71][gp71w10.txt]6144
Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting Suspicion, the bane of sick old age
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#72][gp72w10.txt]6145
Always hoping the best from the worst of us Have not we all something to hide—with or without shame? In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Pathetically in earnest Things that once charmed charm less
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#73][gp73w10.txt]6146
A left-handed boy is all right in the world Damnable propinquity Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting Importunity with discretion was his motto It is good to live, isn't it? Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Strike first and heal after—"a kick and a lick"
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#74][gp74w10.txt]6147
Good fathers think they have good daughters Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#75][gp75w10.txt]6148
Youth is the only comrade for youth
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by Parker, Complete [GP#76][gp76w10.txt]6149
A left-handed boy is all right in the world Always hoping the best from the worst of us Damnable propinquity Good fathers think they have good daughters Have not we all something to hide—with or without shame? He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone He had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Importunity with discretion was his motto In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting It is good to live, isn't it? Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop Pathetically in earnest Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Strike first and heal after—"a kick and a lick" Suspicion, the bane of sick old age Things that once charmed charm less Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows! Youth is the only comrade for youth
MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#77][gp77w10.txt]6150
Boldness without rashness, and hope without vain thinking Nothing is futile that is right Religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women
MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#78][gp78w10.txt]6151
Each of us will prove himself a fool given perfect opportunity No note of praise could be pitched too high for Elizabeth She had never stooped to conquer
MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#79][gp79w10.txt]6152
Never believed that when man or woman said no that no was meant Slander ever scorches where it touches
MICHEL AND ANGELE, by Parker, Complete [GP#80][gp80w10.txt]6153
Boldness without rashness, and hope without vain thinking Each of us will prove himself a fool given perfect opportunity Never believed that when man or woman said no that no was meant No note of praise could be pitched too high for Elizabeth Nothing is futile that is right Religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women She had never stooped to conquer Slander ever scorches where it touches
DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#83][gp83w10.txt]6156
A look too bright for joy, too intense for despair His gift for lying was inexpressible One favour is always the promise of another
DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#84][gp84w10.txt]6157
All the world's mad but thee and me He had tasted freedom; he was near to license
DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#85][gp85w10.txt]6158
As if our penalties were only paid by ourselves! Credulity, easily transmutable into superstition Paradoxes which make for laughter—and for tears What is crime in one country, is virtue in another Women only admitted to Heaven by the intercession of husbands
DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#86][gp86w10.txt]6159
Anger was the least injurious of all grounds for separation Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are Oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation The friendship of man is like the shade of the acacia Vanity of successful labour
DONOVAN PASHA &c, by Parker, Complete [GP#87][gp87w10.txt]6160
A look too bright for joy, too intense for despair All the world's mad but thee and me Anger was the least injurious of all grounds for separation As if our penalties were only paid by ourselves! Credulity, easily transmutable into superstition Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are He had tasted freedom; he was near to license His gift for lying was inexpressible One favour is always the promise of another Oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation Paradoxes which make for laughter—and for tears The friendship of man is like the shade of the acacia Vanity of successful labour What is crime in one country, is virtue in another Women only admitted to Heaven by the intercession of husbands
THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#88][gp88w10.txt]6161
There is no habit so powerful as the habit of care of others
THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#89][gp89w10.txt]6162
Begin to see how near good is to evil But the years go on, and friends have an end Does any human being know what he can bear of temptation Heaven where wives without number awaited him Honesty was a thing he greatly desired—in others How little we can know to-day what we shall feel tomorrow How many conquests have been made in the name of God One does the work and another gets paid To-morrow is no man's gift We want every land to do as we do; and we want to make 'em do it
THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#90][gp90w10.txt]6163
A cloak of words to cover up the real thought behind Antipathy of the lesser to the greater nature Antipathy of the man in the wrong to the man in the right Friendship means a giving and a getting He's a barber-shop philosopher Monotonously intelligent No virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be worth a button Only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter Passion to forget themselves Political virtue goes unrewarded She knew what to say and what to leave unsaid Smiling was part of his equipment Sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home Soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding The vague pain of suffered indifference There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do Tricks played by Fact to discredit the imagination We must live our dark hours alone Woman's deepest right and joy and pain in one—to comfort
THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#91][gp91w10.txt]6164
Cherish any alleviating lie Triumph of Oriental duplicity over Western civilisation When God permits, shall man despair?
THE WEAVERS, by Parker, Complete [GP#94][gp94w10.txt]6167
A cloak of words to cover up the real thought behind Antipathy of the man in the wrong to the man in the right Antipathy of the lesser to the greater nature Begin to see how near good is to evil But the years go on, and friends have an end Cherish any alleviating lie Does any human being know what he can bear of temptation Friendship means a giving and a getting He's a barber-shop philosopher Heaven where wives without number awaited him Honesty was a thing he greatly desired—in others How little we can know to-day what we shall feel tomorrow How many conquests have been made in the name of God Monotonously intelligent No virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be worth a button One does the work and another gets paid Only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter Passion to forget themselves Political virtue goes unrewarded She knew what to say and what to leave unsaid Smiling was part of his equipment Sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home Soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding The vague pain of suffered indifference 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 To-morrow is no man's gift Tricks played by Fact to discredit the imagination Triumph of Oriental duplicity over Western civilisation We want every land to do as we do; and we want to make 'em do it We must live our dark hours alone When God permits, shall man despair? Woman's deepest right and joy and pain in one—to comfort
THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v1 [GP102][gp10210.txt]6175
Air of certainty and universal comprehension Always calling to something, for something outside ourselves Came of a race who set great store by mothers and grandmothers Grove of pines to give a sense of warmth in winter Grow more intense, more convinced, more thorough, as they talk He admired, yet he wished to be admired Inclined to resent his own insignificance Lyrical in his enthusiasms No man so simply sincere, or so extraordinarily prejudiced Of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation Spurting out little geysers of other people's cheap wisdom Untamed by the normal restraints of a happy married life
THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v2 [GP103][gp10310.txt]6176
Confidence in a weak world gets unearned profit often Enjoy his own generosity Had the slight flavour of the superior and the paternal He had only made of his wife an incident in his life He was in fact not a philosopher, but a sentimentalist He was not always sorry when his teasing hurt Lacks a balance-wheel. He has brains, but not enough Man who tells the story in a new way, that is genius Missed being a genius by an inch Not content to do even the smallest thing ill You went north towards heaven and south towards hell
THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v3 [GP104][gp10410.txt]6177
He hated irony in anyone else I said I was not falling in love—I am in love If you have a good thought, act on it Philosophers are often stupid in human affairs The beginning of the end of things was come for him
THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v4 [GP105][gp10510.txt]6178
Being generous with other people's money I had to listen to him, and he had to pay me for listening Law. It is expensive whether you win or lose Protest that it is right when it knows that it is wrong
THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v5 [GP106][gp10610.txt]6179
Courage which awaits the worst the world can do Good thing for a man himself to be owed kindness I can't pay you for your kindness to me, and I don't want to No past that is hidden has ever been a happy past She was not to be forced to answer his arguments directly That iceberg which most mourners carry in their breasts The soul is a great traveller You can't take time as the measure of life
THE MONEY MASTER, by Parker, Complete [GP107][gp10710.txt]6180
Air of certainty and universal comprehension Always calling to something, for something outside ourselves Being generous with other people's money Came of a race who set great store by mothers and grandmothers Confidence in a weak world gets unearned profit often Courage which awaits the worst the world can do Enjoy his own generosity 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 slight flavour of the superior and the paternal He had only made of his wife an incident in his life He was in fact not a philosopher, but a sentimentalist He was not always sorry when his teasing hurt He admired, yet he wished to be admired He hated irony in anyone else I had to listen to him, and he had to pay me for listening I can't pay you for your kindness to me, and I don't want to I said I was not falling in love—I am in love If you have a good thought, act on it Inclined to resent his own insignificance Lacks a balance-wheel. He has brains, but not enough Law. It is expensive whether you win or lose Lyrical in his enthusiasms Man who tells the story in a new way, that is genius Missed being a genius by an inch No past that is hidden has ever been a happy past No man so simply sincere, or so extraordinarily prejudiced Not content to do even the smallest thing ill Of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation Philosophers are often stupid in human affairs Protest that it is right when it knows that it is wrong She was not to be forced to answer his arguments directly Spurting out little geysers of other people's cheap wisdom That iceberg which most mourners carry in their breasts The beginning of the end of things was come for him The soul is a great traveller Untamed by the normal restraints of a happy married life You can't take time as the measure of life You went north towards heaven and south towards hell
THE WORLD FOR SALE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP108][gp10810.txt]6181
Saw how futile was much competition When you strike your camp, put out the fires
THE WORLD FOR SALE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP109][gp10910.txt]6182
They think that if a vote's worth having it's worth paying for You never can really overtake a newspaper lie
THE WORLD FOR SALE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP110][gp11010.txt]6183
Agony in thinking about the things we're never going to do I don't believe in walking just for the sake of walking It's no good simply going—you've got to go somewhere Most honest thing I ever heard, but it's not the most truthful Women may leave you in the bright days
THE WORLD FOR SALE, by Parker, Complete [GP111][gp11110.txt]6184
Agony in thinking about the things we're never going to do I don't believe in walking just for the sake of walking It's no good simply going—you've got to go somewhere Most honest thing I ever heard, but it's not the most truthful Saw how futile was much competition They think that if a vote's worth having it's worth paying for When you strike your camp, put out the fires Women may leave you in the bright days You never can really overtake a newspaper lie
NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK, by G. Parker, v1 [GP112][gp11210.txt]6185
Anny man as is a man has to have one vice Her moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios Law's delays outlasted even the memory of the crime committed She looked too gay to be good They had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler
NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK, by G. Parker, v2 [GP113][gp11310.txt]6186
And I was very lucky—worse luck! God help the man that's afraid of his own wife! Sensitive souls, however, are not so many as to crowd each other
NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK, by G. Parker, v3 [GP114][gp11410.txt]6187
He saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man Searchers after excuses for ungoverned instincts and acts Telling the unnecessary truth What isn't never was to those that never knew
NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK, by Parker, Complete [GP115][gp11510.txt]6188
And I was very lucky—worse luck! Anny man as is a man has to have one vice God help the man that's afraid of his own wife! He saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man Her moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios Law's delays outlasted even the memory of the crime committed Searchers after excuses for ungoverned instincts and acts Sensitive souls, however, are not so many as to crowd each other She looked too gay to be good Telling the unnecessary truth They had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler What isn't never was to those that never knew And I was very lucky—worse luck! Anny man as is a man has to have one vice God help the man that's afraid of his own wife! He saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man Her moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios Law's delays outlasted even the memory of the crime committed Searchers after excuses for ungoverned instincts and acts Sensitive souls, however, are not so many as to crowd each other She looked too gay to be good Telling the unnecessary truth They had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler What isn't never was to those that never knew And I was very lucky—worse luck! Anny man as is a man has to have one vice God help the man that's afraid of his own wife! He saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man Her moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios Law's delays outlasted even the memory of the crime committed Searchers after excuses for ungoverned instincts and acts Sensitive souls, however, are not so many as to crowd each other She looked too gay to be good Telling the unnecessary truth They had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler What isn't never was to those that never knew
WILD YOUTH, by Parker, Complete [GP118][gp11810.txt]6191
Highsterics, they call it World was only the size of four walls to a sick person
NO DEFENSE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP119][gp11910.txt]6192
Beginning of a lifetime of experience, comedy, and tragedy Wit is always at the elbow of want
NO DEFENSE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP121][gp12110.txt]6194
Without the money brains seldom win alone
NO DEFENSE, by Parker, Complete [GP122][gp12210.txt]6195
Beginning of a lifetime of experience, comedy, and tragedy Wit is always at the elbow of want Without the money brains seldom win alone
CARNAC'S FOLLY, by G. Parker, v1 [GP123][gp12310.txt]6196
All genius is at once a blessing or a curse Do what you feel you've got to do, and never mind what happens Had got unreasonably old How many sons have ever added to their father's fame? Never give up your soul to things only, keep it for people We do what we forbid ourselves to do We suffer the shames we damn in others
CARNAC'S FOLLY, by G. Parker, v3 [GP125][gp12510.txt]6198
Don't be a bigger fool than there's any need to be Life is only futile to the futile Youth's a dream, middle age a delusion, old age a mistake
CARNAC'S FOLLY, by Parker, Complete [GP126][gp12610.txt]6199
All genius is at once a blessing or a curse Do what you feel you've got to do, and never mind what happens Don't be a bigger fool than there's any need to be Had got unreasonably old How many sons have ever added to their father's fame? Life is only futile to the futile Never give up your soul to things only, keep it for people We suffer the shames we damn in others We do what we forbid ourselves to do Youth's a dream, middle age a delusion, old age a mistake
THE PG WORKS OF GILBERT PARKER, COMPLETE [GP127][gp12710.txt]6200
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
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