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