They miss their pleasure in pursuing it They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night They could have pardoned her a younger lover They create by stoppage a volcano They believe that the angels have been busy about them They have no sensitiveness, we have too much They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be They're always having to retire and always hissing Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week Things are not equal Thirst for the haranguing of crowds This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure This female talk of the eternities This love they rattle about and rave about This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those days of intellectual coxcombry Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Those who know little and dread much Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Times when an example is needed by brave men Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery Tis the first step that makes a path Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air To beg the vote and wink the bribe To most men women are knaves or ninnies To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end Tongue flew, thought followed Too many time-servers rot the State Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Too often hangs the house on one loose stone