Chapter 2

Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen

Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance

Happy the woman who has not more to speak

Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty

Hard to bear, at times unbearable

Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool

Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs

Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women

Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother'

Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery

Hates a compromise

Haunted many pillows

Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her

Having contracted the fatal habit of irony

He was not alive for his own pleasure

He, by insisting, made me a rebel

He bowed to facts

He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him

He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover

He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell'

He postponed it to the next minute and the next

He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion

He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered

He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well

He is in the season of faults

He had his character to maintain

He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence

He neared her, wooing her; and she assented

He judged of others by himself

He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two

He had to shake up wrath over his grievances

He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them

He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go

He loathed a skulker

He clearly could not learn from misfortune

He thinks or he chews

He would neither retort nor defend himself

He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies

He put no question to anybody

He took small account of the operations of the feelings

He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning

He never explained

He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it

He was the prisoner of his word

He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly

He had wealth for a likeness of strength

He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it

He did not vastly respect beautiful women

He sinks terribly when he sinks at all

He was not a weaver of phrases in distress

He lies as naturally as an infant sucks

He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer

He runs too much from first principles to extremes

He gained much by claiming little

He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration

He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity

He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure

He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine

He stormed her and consented to be beaten

He will be a part of every history (the fool)

He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one

He had to go, he must, he has to be always going

He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents

He had expected romance, and had met merchandize

He condensed a paragraph into a line

He lost the art of observing himself

He had neat phrases, opinions in packets

He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog)

Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law

Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him

Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry

Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts

Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy

Heights of humour beyond laughter

Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather

Her vehement fighting against facts

Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury

Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis

Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty

Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape

Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight

Her duel with Time

Here, where he both wished and wished not to be

Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate

Hermits enamoured of wind and rain

Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman

Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use

Herself, content to be dull if he might shine

Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences

Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake

His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means

His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody

His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given

His ridiculous equanimity

His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture

His restored sense of possession

His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together

His equanimity was fictitious

His fancy performed miraculous feats

His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence

His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability

Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency

Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man

Holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold

Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction

Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics

Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman

Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him

Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic

How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful!

How Success derides Ambition!

How many degrees from love gratitude may be

How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women!

How little a thing serves Fortune's turn

How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace?

How many instruments cannot clever women play upon

How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury

Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles

Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you

Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment

Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded

Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move

I do not defend myself ever

I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy

I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet

I cannot get on with Gibbon

I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me

I married a cook She expects a big appetite

I want no more, except to be taught to work

I detest anything that has to do with gratitude

I know nothing of imagination

I haven't got the pluck of a flea

I hate old age It changes you so

I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service

I can't think brisk out of my breeches

I look on the back of life

I never pay compliments to transparent merit

I always respected her; I never liked her

I give my self, I do not sell

I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit

I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent

I laughed louder than was necessary

I had to cross the park to give a lesson

I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged

I ain't a speeder of matrimony

I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care

I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her!

I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so?

I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France

I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall

I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you

I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes

I am not ashamed

I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate

I cannot say less, and will say no more

I wanted a hero

I do not see it, because I will not see it

I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me

I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there

I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be

I detest enthusiasm

I baint done yet

I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me

I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest

I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will

I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them

I who respect the state of marriage by refusing

I make a point of never recommending my own house

I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe

I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate

I don't count them against women (moods)

I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object

I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.'

I never see anything, my dear

I always wait for a thing to happen first

I'll come as straight as I can

I'm for a rational Deity

I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit

Idea is the only vital breath

Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have

If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless

If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it?

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

If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks

If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First

If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you

If the world is hostile we are not to blame it

If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods?

If thou wouldst fix remembrance-- thwack!

If I'm struck, I strike back

If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality

If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature

If I do not speak of payment

Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm

Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days

Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us

Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind

Impossible for him to think that women thought

Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man

Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior

In the pay of our doctors

In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt

In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins

In bottle if not on draught (oratory)

In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck!

In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..."

In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title

In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody

Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature

Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly

Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought

Increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got

Indirect communication with heaven

Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world

Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked

Infallibility of our august mother

Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies?

Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them

Inferences are like shadows on the wall

Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him

Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men

Injury forbids us to be friends again

Innocence and uncleanness may go together

Insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case

Intellectual contempt of easy dupes

Intensely communicative, but inarticulate

Intentions are really rich possessions

Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will

Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash

Intrusion of hard material statements, facts

Invite indecision to exhaust their scruples

Ireland 's the sore place of England

Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances

Irishmen will never be quite sincere

Ironical fortitude

Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head

Irony that seemed to spring from aversion

Irony instead of eloquence

Irony provoked his laughter more than fun

Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes

Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.'

Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for?

Is it any waste of time to write of love?

It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world

It was harder to be near and not close

It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling

It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love

It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith

It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast

It is the best of signs when women take to her

It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach

It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls

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

It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand

It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us

It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality

It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him

It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill

It is better for us both, of course

It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age

It is no use trying to conceal anything from him

It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere

It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it

Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating

Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy

January was watering and freezing old earth by turns

Judging of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals

Just bad inquirin' too close among men

Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness

Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries

Kindness is kindness, all over the world

Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men

Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence

Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things

Lawyers hold the keys of the great world

Lay no petty traps for opportunity

Laying of ghosts is a public duty

Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions

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

Learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas

Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her

Lend him your own generosity

Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people

Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb!

Let but the throb be kept for others-- That is the one secret

Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness

Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life

Levelling a finger at the taxpayer

Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent

Life is the burlesque of young dreams

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

Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth

Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting

Listened to one another, and blinded the world

Literature is a good stick and a bad horse

Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by

Littlenesses of which women are accused

Loathing of artifice to raise emotion

Loathing for speculation

Longing for love and dependence

Look within, and avoid lying

Look well behind

Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future

Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount

Looking on him was listening

Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer

Love, with his accustomed cunning

Love the poor devil

Love dies like natural decay

Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them

Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with

Love of pleasure keeps us blind children

Love and war have been compared--Both require strategy

Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly

Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty

Love must needs be an egoism

Love is a contagious disease

Love the difficulty better than the woman

Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving

Love's a selfish business one has work in hand

Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means

Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off

Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools

Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity

Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by

Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness

Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity

Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied

Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall

Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar

Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object

Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?'

Man owes a duty to his class

Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are

Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride

Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire

Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses

Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself

Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love

Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was

Married a wealthy manufacturer-- bartered her blood for his money

Martyrs of love or religion are madmen

Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it

Matter that is not nourishing to brains

Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm

May lull themselves with their wakefulness

May not one love, not craving to be beloved?

Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience

Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover

Memory inspired by the sensations

Men overweeningly in love with their creations

Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age

Men they regard as their natural prey

Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished

Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them

Men in love are children with their mistresses

Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen

Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations

Men had not pleased him of late

Mental and moral neuters

Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise

Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle

Mika! you did it in cold blood?

Mindless, he says, and arrogant

Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths

Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense

Mistaking of her desires for her reasons

Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity

Money is of course a rough test of virtue

Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses

Moral indignation is ever consolatory

Morales, madame, suit ze sun

More argument I cannot bear

More culpable the sparer than the spared

Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character

Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman

Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers

Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous

Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike

Mutual deference

My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write

My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love

My plain story is of two Kentish damsels

My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house

My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots

My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself

Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time

Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example

Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle

Nations at war are wild beasts

Naturally as deceived as he wished to be

Nature and Law never agreed

Nature is not of necessity always roaring

Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty

Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence

Naughtily Australian and kangarooly

Necessary for him to denounce somebody

Necessity's offspring

Needed support of facts, and feared them

Never reckon on womankind for a wise act

Never, never love a married woman

Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood

Never forget that old Ireland is weeping

Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it

Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities

Never nurse an injury, great or small

Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity"

Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time

Never pretend to know a girl by her face

Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity

Next door to the Last Trump

Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful

No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale

No runner can outstrip his fate

No companionship save with the wound they nurse

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

No great harm done when you're silent

No heart to dare is no heart to love!

No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it

No word is more lightly spoken than shame

No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters

No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it

No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act

No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly)

No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent

No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home

No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is

No love can be without jealousy

No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards

None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists

Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted

Not every chapter can be sunshine

Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win

Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes

Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent

Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer

Not in love--She was only not unwilling to be in love

Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer

Not always the right thing to do the right thing

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

Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers

Not much esteem for non-professional actresses

Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself

Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves

Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances

Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest

Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own

Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be

Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress

Nothing is a secret that has been spoken

Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted

Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by

Notoriously been above the honours of grammar

Nought credit but what outward orbs reveal

Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near

Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties

O for yesterday!

O self! self! self!

O heaven! of what avail is human effort?

Obedience oils necessity

Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments

Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism

Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life

Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account

Official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one

Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea

Oh! beastly bathos

Oh! I can't bear that class of people

Old houses are doomed to burnings

Old age is a prison wall between us and young people

Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves

On a morning when day and night were made one by fog

On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour

On which does the eye linger longest-- which draws the heart?

On a wild April morning

Once my love? said he. Not now?--does it mean, not now?

Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal

Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty

One wants a little animation in a husband

One who studies is not being a fool

One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light

One might build up a respectable figure in negatives

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

One night, and her character's gone

One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them

One has to feel strong in a delicate position

One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance

One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us

One idea is a bullet