Chapter 3

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