Babbling covers a lot of secrets Being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had Beneath it all there was a little touch of ridicule Don't go at a fence till you're sure of your seat Even bad company's better than no company at all Future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer I like when I like, and I like a lot when I like I don't think. I'm old enough to know It ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always Knew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them open Nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite Self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him That he will find the room empty where I am not The temerity and nonchalance of despair The real business of life is trying to understand each other Things in life git stronger than we are Tyranny of the little man, given a power We don't live in months and years, but just in minutes What'll be the differ a hundred years from now You've got blind rashness, and so you think you're bold MRS. FALCHION, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#20][gp20w10.txt]6092 Aboriginal dispersion And even envy praised her Audience that patronisingly listens outside a room or window But to pay the vulgar penalty of prison--ah! Death is a magnificent ally; it untangles knots Engrossed more, it seemed, in the malady than in the man For a man having work to do, woman, lovely woman, is rocks It is difficult to be idle--and important too It is hard to be polite to cowards Jews everywhere treated worse than the Chinaman One always buys back the past at a tremendous price One doesn't choose to worry Saying uncomfortable things in a deferential way Slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving apathy in their train That anxious civility which beauty can inspire The ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings The sea is a great breeder of friendship The tender care of a woman--than many pharmacopoeias 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 MRS. FALCHION, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#21][gp21w10.txt]6093