A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Because men can't abide praise of another man Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Command of countenance the Countess possessed Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel English maids are domesticated savage animals Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Says you're so clever you ought to be a man She believed friendship practicable between men and women The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame When you run away, you don't live to fight another day With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance EVAN HARRINGTON, V4 [GM#36][GM36V10.TXT]4430 Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower An obedient creature enough where he must be Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Enamoured young men have these notions Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear Love is a contagious disease Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Touching a nerve Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her