At first--and at the last--he was kind Courage; without which, men are as the standing straw Evil is half-accidental, half-natural Fascinating colour which makes evil appear to be good Had the luck together, all kinds and all weathers Hunger for happiness is robbery If one remembers, why should the other forget Instinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sides Mothers always forgive The higher we go the faster we live The Injin speaks the truth, perhaps--eye of red man multipies The world is not so bad as is claimed for it Whatever has been was a dream; whatever is now is real You do not shout dinner till you have your knife in the loaf PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#05][gp05w10.txt]6077 Irishmen have gifts for only two things--words and women More idle than wicked Reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#06][gp06w10.txt]6078 An inner sorrow is a consuming fire Philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious Remember your own sins before you charge others PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by Parker, Complete [GP#07][gp07w10.txt]6079 An inner sorrow is a consuming fire At first--and at the last--he was kind Awkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemies Carrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's love Courage; without which, men are as the standing straw Delicate revenge which hath its hour with every man Evil is half-accidental, half-natural Fascinating colour which makes evil appear to be good Freedom is the first essential of the artistic mind Good is often an occasion more than a condition Had the luck together, all kinds and all weathers He does not love Pierre; but he does not pretend to love him Hunger for happiness is robbery I was born insolent If one remembers, why should the other forget Instinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sides Irishmen have gifts for only two things--words and women It is not Justice that fills the gaols, but Law It is not much to kill or to die--that is in the game Knowing that his face would never be turned from me Likenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animal Longed to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of children Meditation is the enemy of action Men and women are unwittingly their own executioners More idle than wicked Mothers always forgive My excuses were making bad infernally worse Noise is not battle Nothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eye Philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious Reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has Remember your own sins before you charge others She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute She wasn't young, but she seemed so The soul of goodness in things evil The Injin speaks the truth, perhaps--eye of red man multipies The Government cherish the Injin much in these days