Chapter 2

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