All I know is, I've got to work Attend to your own faults, and not pry into other people's Beastly as a vulgar woman's laugh But one's alone when it comes to the run-in Can we never have quite enough? Charming generalities Constitutionally averse to being pitied Contentment that men experience at the misfortunes of an enemy Could never tell exactly when to stop Each one of us lives on the edge of a volcano Every bird singing from the bottom of his heart Fear and anger in me are very much the same Free from all self-consciousness Her imperfections were beautiful to me How simply he assumed that he was going to be great In a time of agony one finds out what are the things one can do It seems always rude to speak the truth Man can only endure about half his joy; about half his sorrow Man must neither beg anything of a woman, nor force anything Men who haven't the courage of their own ideas Never grossly drunk, and rarely very sober Not a bad rule that measures men by the balance at their banks Obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't strength Only understand what they can see and touch People may become utter strangers without a word So sacred that they melt away at the approach of words Spring; it makes one want more than one has got Time is everything What is it to be brave? What's not enough for one is not enough for two When things have come to a crisis, how little one feels When we hope, we are not brave With an air of sacrificing to the public good Women are generous--they will give you what they can You can't punish unless you make to feel You may force a body; how can you force a soul? You're glad that hope is dead, it means rest SAINT'S PROGRESS /gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: The Russian proverb: "The heart of another is a dark forest." We're used to it, you see; there's no excitement in what you're used to. If geological time be taken as twenty-four hours, man's existence on earth so far equals just two seconds of it; after a few more seconds, when man has been frozen off the earth, geological time will stretch for as long again, before the earth bumps into something, and be comes nebula once more. God's hands haven't been particularly full, sir, have they-- two seconds out of twenty-four hours--if man is His pet concern? "People do not like you to be different. If ever in your life you act differently from others, you will find it so, mademoiselle." She never went to meet life, but when it came, made the best of it. This was her secret, and Pierson always felt rested in her presence. He opened the gate, uttering one of those prayers which come so glibly from unbelievers when they want anything. LINES FROM THE TEXT: