Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged Tension of the old links keeping us together Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" That is life--when we dare death to live! That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That a mask is a concealment That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples That beautiful trust which habit gives That pit of one of their dead silences That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The greed of gain is our volcano The power to give and take flattery to any amount The worst of it is, that we remember The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The way is clear: we have only to take the step The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The turn will come to us as to others--and go The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The defensive is perilous policy in war The healthy only are fit to live The language of party is eloquent The world without him would be heavy matter The weighty and the trivial contended The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The people always wait for the winner The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write The worst of omens is delay The blindness of Fortune is her one merit The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The thrust sinned in its shrewdness The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The well of true wit is truth itself The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The impalpable which has prevailing weight The face of a stopped watch The most dangerous word of all--ja The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) The night went past as a year The effects of the infinitely little The homage we pay him flatters us The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it The good life gone lives on in the mind