Longing for love and dependence Look within, and avoid lying Look well behind Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Looking on him was listening Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love, with his accustomed cunning Love the poor devil Love dies like natural decay Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Love and war have been compared--Both require strategy Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love must needs be an egoism Love is a contagious disease Love the difficulty better than the woman Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Man owes a duty to his class Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Married a wealthy manufacturer-- bartered her blood for his money Martyrs of love or religion are madmen Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Matter that is not nourishing to brains Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm May lull themselves with their wakefulness May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Memory inspired by the sensations Men overweeningly in love with their creations Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Men they regard as their natural prey Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Men in love are children with their mistresses Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Men had not pleased him of late Mental and moral neuters