Never looked to get an immense amount of happiness out of life Never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious Never give up your soul to things only, keep it for people No note of praise could be pitched too high for Elizabeth No, I'm not good--I'm only beautiful No news--no trouble No virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted No past that is hidden has ever been a happy past No man so simply sincere, or so extraordinarily prejudiced Noise is not battle Not good to have one thing in the head all the time Not content to do even the smallest thing ill Not to show surprise at anything Nothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eye Nothing is futile that is right Nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite Of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be worth a button Often called an invention of the devil (Violin) Often, we would rather be hurt than hurt One does the work and another gets paid One always buys back the past at a tremendous price One doesn't choose to worry One favour is always the promise of another Only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter Oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation Paradoxes which make for laughter--and for tears Passion to forget themselves Pathetically in earnest People who are clever never think of trying to be Philosophers are often stupid in human affairs Philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious Political virtue goes unrewarded Prepared for a kiss this hour and a reproach the next Preserved a marked unconsciousness Protest that it is right when it knows that it is wrong Put the matter on your own hearthstone Queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law Rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life Reading a lot and forgetting everything Reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has Religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women Remember the sorrow of thine own wife Remember your own sins before you charge others Rewarded for its mistakes Romance is an incident to a man Sacrifice to the god of the pin-hole Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world Saw how futile was much competition Saying uncomfortable things in a deferential way Scoundrel, too weak to face the consequences of his sin Secret of life: to keep your own commandments Self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him She lacked sense a little and sensitiveness much She was not to be forced to answer his arguments directly She knew what to say and what to leave unsaid She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute She valued what others found useless She wasn't young, but she seemed so She had not suffered that sickness, social artifice She had provoked love, but had never given it She had never stooped to conquer Should not make our own personal experience a law unto the world