Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Had come to be her lover through being her husband Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He condensed a paragraph into a line He runs too much from first principles to extremes He bowed to facts He lost the art of observing himself He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents Heights of humour beyond laughter Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I cannot say less, and will say no more If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Impossible for him to think that women thought Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Infallibility of our august mother Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man owes a duty to his class Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Martyrs of love or religion are madmen May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Men had not pleased him of late Mental and moral neuters