Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Generally he noticed nothing Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors Gentleman in a good state of preservation Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Get back what we give Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity 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 Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Good jokes are not always good policy Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Good and evil work together in this world Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good-bye to sorrow for a while--Keep your tears for the living Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Gradations appear to be unknown to you Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Grand air of pitying sadness Gratitude never was a woman's gift Gratuitous insult Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) Habit of antedating his sagacity Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Habit had legalized his union with her Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Had come to be her lover through being her husband Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Half a dozen dozen left Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance Happy the woman who has not more to speak Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her Having contracted the fatal habit of irony