Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? Is it any waste of time to write of love? It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It was harder to be near and not close It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast It is the best of signs when women take to her It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill It is better for us both, of course It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy January was watering and freezing old earth by turns Judging of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals Just bad inquirin' too close among men Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Kindness is kindness, all over the world Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Lay no petty traps for opportunity Laying of ghosts is a public duty Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them Learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Lend him your own generosity Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! Let but the throb be kept for others-- That is the one secret Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Life is the burlesque of young dreams Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Listened to one another, and blinded the world Literature is a good stick and a bad horse Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by Littlenesses of which women are accused Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Loathing for speculation