Chapter 3

One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose

Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers

Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German

Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder

Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface

Optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years

Or where you will, so that's in Ireland

Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides

Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt

Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher

Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us

Our partner is our master

Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies

Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour

Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run

Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians

Our love and labour are constantly on trial

Owner of such a woman, and to lose her!

Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency

Pain is a cloak that wraps you about

Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots

Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men

Partake of a morning draught

Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire

Passion is not invariably love

Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess

Passion does not inspire dark appetite-- Dainty innocence does

Past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity

Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw

Patience is the pestilence

Patronizing woman

Paying compliments and spoiling a game!

Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust

Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war

Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife

Pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel

Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose

People of a provocative prosperity

People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners

People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship

People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season

People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query

Perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe

Period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant

Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends

Person in another world beyond this world of blood

Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language

Pessimy is invulnerable

Petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied

Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under

Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded

Pitiful conceit in men

Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost

Play the great game of blunders

Play second fiddle without looking foolish

Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men

Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled

Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty

Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face

Poetic romance is delusion

Policy seems to petrify their minds

Polished barbarism

Politics as well as the other diseases

Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask

Portrait of himself by the artist

Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be

Practical for having an addiction to the palpable

Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol

Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished

Presumptuous belief

Pride in being always myself

Pride is the God of Pagans

Primitive appetite for noise

Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it

Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness

Professional widows

Professional Puritans

Profound belief in her partiality for him

Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd

Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class

Providence and her parents were not forgiven

Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity

Puns are the smallpox of the language

Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball

Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness

Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness

Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers

Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding

Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy

Question with some whether idiots should live

Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding

Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance

Rage of a conceited schemer tricked

Rapture of obliviousness

Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does

Rare men of honour who can command their passion

Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed

Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies

Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning

Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies

Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done

Real happiness is a state of dulness

Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter

Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds

Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience

Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance

Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts

Regularity of the grin of dentistry

Rejoicing they have in their common agreement

Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness

Religion is the one refuge from women

Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim

Remarked that the young men must fight it out together

Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration

Reproof of such supererogatory counsel

Requiring natural services from her in the button department

Respect one another's affectations

Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower

Revived for them so much of themselves

Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous

Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves

Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor

Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale

Rogue on the tremble of detection

Rose was much behind her age

Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said

Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual

Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be

Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment

Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher

Satirist is an executioner by profession

Says you're so clever you ought to be a man

Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices

Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers)

Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear

Screams of an uninjured lady

Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant

Secret of the art was his meaning what he said

Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal

Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on

Self-consoled when they are not self-justified

Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in

Self-incense

Self-worship, which is often self-distrust

Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another

Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion

Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord

Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so

Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison

Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution

Serene presumption

Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey)

Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins

Sham spiritualism

Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber

She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling

She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls

She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations

She had a fatal attraction for antiques

She had great awe of the word 'business'

She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each

She, not disinclined to dilute her grief

She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor

She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her

She endured meekly, when there was no meekness

She was perhaps a little the taller of the two

She thought that friendship was sweeter than love

She herself did not like to be seen eating in public

She had a thirsting mind

She was sick of personal freedom

She believed friendship practicable between men and women

She had to be the hypocrite or else-- leap

She was at liberty to weep if she pleased

She felt in him a maker of facts

She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb

She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her

She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep

She stood with a dignity that the word did not express

She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas

She began to feel that this was life in earnest

She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time

She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better

She was thrust away because because he had offended

She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler

She can make puddens and pies

She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling

Should we leave a good deed half done

Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off

Shun comparisons

Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing

Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes

Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night

Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings

Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love

Silence was doing the work of a scourge

Simple obstinacy of will sustained her

Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can

Simplicity is the keenest weapon

Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be

Sinners are not to repent only in words

Slap and pinch and starve our appetites

Slave of existing conventions

Slaves of the priests

Sleepless night

Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce

Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers

Small things producing great consequences

Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone

Smart remarks have their measured distances

Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons

Smoky receptacle cherishing millions

Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity)

Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her

Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer

So the frog telleth tadpoles

So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight

So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat

So says the minute Years are before you

So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character

So much for morality in those days!

So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy)

Socially and politically mean one thing in the end

Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth

Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion

Some so-called laws of honour

Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry

Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you

South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids

Spare me that word "female" as long as you live

Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays

Speech is poor where emotion is extreme

Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing

Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was

Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far

Startled by the criticism in laughter

State of feverish patriotism

Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction

Statistics are according to their conjurors

Steady shakes them

Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt

Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that

Straining for common talk, and showing the strain

Strength in love is the sole sincerity

Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity

Stultification of one's feelings and ideas

Style is the mantle of greatness

Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation

Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man

Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised?

Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence

Sunning itself in the glass of Envy

Suspects all young men and most young women

Suspicion was her best witness

Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping

Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother

Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic

Sympathy is for proving, not prating

Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame

Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come

Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature

Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home

Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women

Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom

Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them

Tears are the way of women and their comfort

Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end

Tears of men sink plummet-deep

Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation

Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology

Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged

Tension of the old links keeping us together

Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail

That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples

That beautiful trust which habit gives

That a mask is a concealment

That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains

That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy"

That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat

That is life--when we dare death to live!

That pit of one of their dead silences

That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial

The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity

The most dangerous word of all--ja

The impalpable which has prevailing weight

The world is wise in its way

The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable

The infant candidate delights in his honesty

The rider's too heavy for the horse in England

The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing

The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write

The worst of it is, that we remember

The old confession, that we cannot cook (The English)

The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized

The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe

The face of a stopped watch

The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke

The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse,

The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing

The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss

The effects of the infinitely little

The way is clear: we have only to take the step

The devil trusts nobody

The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer

The weighty and the trivial contended

The backstairs of history (Memoirs)

The defensive is perilous policy in war

The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's

The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die

The homage we pay him flatters us

The worst of omens is delay

The people always wait for the winner

The healthy only are fit to live

The defensive is perilous policy in war

The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing

The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously

The proper defence for a nation is its history

The thought stood in her eyes

The love that survives has strangled craving

The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear

The world without him would be heavy matter

The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance

The spending, never harvesting, world

The shots hit us behind you

The terrible aggregate social woman

The next ten minutes will decide our destinies

The woman side of him

The good life gone lives on in the mind

The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it

The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly

The critic that sneers

The blindness of Fortune is her one merit

The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort

The slavery of the love of a woman chained

The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony

The brainless in Art and in Statecraft

The well of true wit is truth itself

The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay

The greed of gain is our volcano

The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured

The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics

The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate

The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven

The turn will come to us as to others-- and go

The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master

The language of party is eloquent

The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could)

The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement

The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images

The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see

The kindest of men can be cruel

The night went past as a year

The social world he looked at did not show him heroes

The overwise themselves hoodwink

The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown

The curse of sorrow is comparison!

The race is for domestic peace, my boy

The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments

The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet

The embraced respected woman

The habit of the defensive paralyzes will

The intricate, which she takes for the infinite

The mildness of assured dictatorship

The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost

The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt

The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality

The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit

The commonest things are the worst done

The thrust sinned in its shrewdness

The power to give and take flattery to any amount

Their sneer withers

Their not caring to think at all

Their idol pitched before them on the floor

Their hearts are eaten up by property

Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths

Then for us the struggle, for him the grief

Then, if you will not tell me

There is little to be learnt when a little is known

There is no history of events below the surface

There is no first claim

There is no step backward in life

There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter

There is no driver like stomach

There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia

There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness

There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them

There are women who go through life not knowing love

There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion

There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him

There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off

They have no sensitiveness, we have too much

They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate

They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they

They have not to speak to exhibit their minds

They had all noticed, seen, and observed

They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education

They miss their pleasure in pursuing it

They could have pardoned her a younger lover

They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission

They are little ironical laughter-- Accidents

They have their thinking done for them

They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly

They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night

They create by stoppage a volcano

They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be

They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep

They believe that the angels have been busy about them

They helped her to feel at home with herself

They do not live; they are engines

They're always having to retire and always hissing

Things are not equal

Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week

Thirst for the haranguing of crowds

This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones

This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure

This love they rattle about and rave about

This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief

This female talk of the eternities

Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions

Those who know little and dread much

Those days of intellectual coxcombry

Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right

Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh

Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh

Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances

Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions

Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs

Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity

Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past

Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth

Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness

Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night

Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable

Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away

Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness

Times when an example is needed by brave men

Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery

Tis the first step that makes a path

Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air

To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker)

To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe

To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts

To be both generally blamed, and generally liked

To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one

To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common

To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman

To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy

To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end

To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind

To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend

To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me

To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave

To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish

To most men women are knaves or ninnies

To beg the vote and wink the bribe

Tongue flew, thought followed

Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory

Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point

Too many time-servers rot the State

Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly

Too often hangs the house on one loose stone

Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her

Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy

Top and bottom sin is cowardice

Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back

Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight

Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness

Touching a nerve

Toyed with little flowers of palest memory

Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill

Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper

Trick for killing time without hurting him

Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted

Troublesome appendages of success

True love excludes no natural duty

True enjoyment of the princely disposition

Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man

Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead

Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose

Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes

Two wishes make a will

Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience

Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them

Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted

Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions

Uncommon unprogressiveness

Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere

Universal censor's angry spite

Unseemly hour--unbetimes

Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate

Use your religion like a drug

Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient

Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists