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Title: Quotations from the PG Collected Works of Gilbert Parker

Author: Gilbert Parker

Editor: David Widger

Release date: September 1, 2004 [eBook #6590]

Most recently updated: December 29, 2020

Language: English

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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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