Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Look within, and avoid lying Mindless, he says, and arrogant Nations at war are wild beasts No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough One who studies is not being a fool Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Puns are the smallpox of the language Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Some so-called laws of honour Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Stultification of one's feelings and ideas Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tension of the old links keeping us together The most dangerous word of all--ja The love that survives has strangled craving The thought stood in her eyes The proper defence for a nation is its history The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing Then for us the struggle, for him the grief There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education They have not to speak to exhibit their minds They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they They are little ironical laughter--Accidents Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose Unseemly hour--unbetimes Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! We has long overshadowed "I" What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? Who beguiles so much as Self? Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels You may learn to know yourself through love BEAUCHAMPS CAREER, V1 [GM#59][GM59V10.TXT]4453