Quotes and Images From The Works of George Meredith

Produced by David Widger QUOTES AND IMAGES FROM GEORGE MEREDITH THE WORKS OF GEORGE MEREDITH PROSE LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS George Meredith in 1893 The Sitting Room, Flint Cottage–May 18th 1909 Age 35 Age 68 Age 69 Age 72 Age 80 A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A
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George Meredith in 1893

The Sitting Room, Flint Cottage–May 18th 1909

Age 35

Age 68

Age 69

Age 72

Age 80

A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin

A madman gets madder when you talk
reason to him

A night that had shivered repose

A dash of conventionalism makes the
whole civilized world kin

A string of pearls: a woman who goes
beyond that’s in danger

A wound of the same kind that we are

A tear would have overcome him–She had not wept

A tragic comedian: that is, a grand
pretender, a self-deceiver

A fleet of South-westerly rain-clouds had been met in mid-sky

A bone in a boy’s mind for him to gnaw and worry

A kind of anchorage in case of

A cloud of millinery shoots me off a
mile from a woman

A woman’s at the core of every plot man plotteth

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty
Beauty is a power

A high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird

A kindly sense of superiority

A young philosopher’s an old fool!

A bird that won’t roast or boil or stew

A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense

A male devotee is within an inch of a miracle

A great oration may be a sedative

A very doubtful benefit

A generous enemy is a friend on the
wrong side

A woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans

A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization

A style of affable omnipotence about
the wise youth

A maker of Proverbs–what is he but a narrow mind wit

A fortress face; strong and massive,
and honourable in ruin

A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar

A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old

A share of pity for the objects she

A woman rises to her husband. But a
man is what he is

A stew’s a stew, and not a boiling to shreds

A marriage without love is dishonour

A plunge into the deep is of little

A sixpence kindly meant is worth any
crown-piece that’s grudged

A man to be trusted with the keys of

A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon

A female free-thinker is one of Satan’s concubines

A wise man will not squander his
laughter if he can help it

A man who rejected medicine in

A lady’s company-smile

A country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot

A youth who is engaged in the
occupation of eating his heart

A whisper of cajolery in season is
often the secret

A superior position was offered her by her being silent

A contented Irishman scarcely seems my countryman

Abject sense of the lack of a

Above all things I detest the writing for money

Above Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much below

Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils

Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age

Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory

Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing

Accustomed to be paid for by his

Acting is not of the high class which conceals the art

Active despair is a passion that must be superseded

Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow

Adept in the lie implied

Admirable scruples of an inveterate

Admiration of an enemy or oppressor
doing great deeds

Admires a girl when there’s no married woman or widow in sight

Adversary at once offensive and
helpless provokes brutality

Advised not to push at a shut gate

Affected misapprehensions

Affectedly gentle and unusually
roundabout opening

After forty, men have married their

After five years of marriage, and
twelve of friendship

After a big blow, a very little one
scarcely counts

Agostino was enjoying the smoke of
paper cigarettes

Ah! how sweet to waltz through life
with the right partner

Ah! we’re in the enemy’s country now

Ah! we fall into their fictions

Aimlessness of a woman’s curiosity

Alike believe that Providence is for

All of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement

All concessions to the people have been won from fear

All passed too swift for happiness

All women are the same–Know one, know all

All that Matey and Browny were
forbidden to write they looked

All are friends who sit at table

All flattery is at somebody’s expense

Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair

Although it blew hard when Caesar
crossed the Rubicon

Always the shout for more produced it (“News”)

Am I ill? I must be hungry!

Am I thy master, or thou mine?

Americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning

Amiable mirror as being wilfully
ruffled to confuse

Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes

Amused after their tiresome work of

An edge to his smile that cuts much
like a sneer

An obedient creature enough where he
must be

An angry woman will think the worst

An incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top

An instinct labouring to supply the
deficiencies of stupidity

An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them!

And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence

And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true

And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher

And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit

And her voice, against herself, was for England

And one gets the worst of it (in any

And it’s one family where the dog is
pulled by the collar

And not any of your grand ladies can
match my wife at home

And to these instructions he gave an
aim: “First be virtuous”

And not be beaten by an acknowledged

And never did a stroke of work in my

And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end?

Anecdotist to slaughter families for
the amusement

Anguish to think of having bent the
knee for nothing

Anticipate opposition by initiating

Any man is in love with any woman

Any excess pushes to craziness

Appealed to reason in them; he would
not hear of convictions

Appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker

Arch-devourer Time

Are we practical?’ penetrates the bosom of an English audience

Aristocratic assumption of licence

Arm’d with Fear the Foe finds passage to the vital part

Arrest the enemy by vociferations of
persistent prayer

Art of despising what he coveted

Art of speaking on politics tersely

As when nations are secretly preparing for war

As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of

As secretive as they are sensitive

As the Lord decided, so it would end! “Oh, delicious creed!”

As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them!

As faith comes–no saying how; one
swears by them

As if she had never heard him
previously enunciate the formula

As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept

As if the age were the injury!

As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them

As fair play as a woman’s lord could
give her

As for comparisons, they are flowers
thrown into the fire

As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos

As becomes them, they do not look ahead

Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk

Ask not why, where reason never was

Ask pardon of you, without excusing

Assist in our small sphere; not come
mouthing to the footlights

At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly

At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have

Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side

Automatic creature is subject to the
laws of its construction

Avoid the position that enforces

Back from the altar to discover that
she has chained herself

Bad laws are best broken

Bad luck’s not repeated every day Keep heart for the good

Bade his audience to beware of princes

Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of

Barriers are for those who cannot fly

Be philosophical, but accept your
personal dues

Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles

Be what you seem, my little one

Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone

Be good and dull, and please everybody

Be the woman and have the last word!

Bear in mind that we are
sentimentalists–The eye is our servant

Beauchamp’s career

Beautiful servicelessness

Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness

Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved

Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare

Because you loved something better than me

Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall

Because men can’t abide praise of
another man

Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history

Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence

Began the game of Pull

Beginning to have a movement to kiss
the whip

Behold the hero embarked in the
redemption of an erring beauty

Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century

Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women

Belief in the narrative by promoting
nausea in the audience

Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own

Bent double to gather things we have
tossed away

Better for men of extremely opposite
opinions not to meet

Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love

Beware the silent one of an assembly!

Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge

Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth

Borrower to be dancing on Fortune’s
tight-rope above the old abyss

Botched mendings will only make them

Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy

Bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls

Boys, of course–but men, too!

Boys are unjust

Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them

Braggadocioing in deeds is only next
bad to mouthing it

Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them

Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover’s uneasy mind

British hunger for news; second only to that for beef

Brittle is foredoomed

Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces

But I leave it to you

But a woman must now and then
ingratiate herself

But great, powerful London–the new
universe to her spirit

But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death

But the flower is a thing of the
season; the flower drops off

But you must be beautiful to please
some men

But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly

But the key to young men is the
ambition, or, in the place of it…..

But love for a parent is not merely

But a great success is full of

But what is it we do (excepting
cricket, of course)

But is there such a thing as happiness

But had sunk to climb on a firmer

By our manner of loving we are known

By forbearance, put it in the wrong

By resisting, I made him a tyrant

By nature incapable of asking pardon

Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college

Call of the great world’s appetite for more (Invented news)

Calm fanaticism of the passion of love

Can you not be told you are perfect
without seeking to improve

Can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted

Can a man go farther than his nature?

Cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness

Canvassing means intimidation or

Capacity for thinking should precede
the act of writing

Capricious potentate whom they worship

Careful not to smell of his office

Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks

Carry a scene through in virtue’s name and vice’s mask

Causes him to be popularly weighed

Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies

Challenged him to lead up to her
desired stormy scene

Charges of cynicism are common against all satirists

Charitable mercifulness; better than
sentimental ointment

Charity that supplied the place of
justice was not thanked

Chaste are wattled in formalism and
throned in sourness

Cheerful martyr

Childish faith in the beneficence of
the unseen Powers who feed us

Chose to conceive that he thought

Circumstances may combine to make a
whisper as deadly as a blow

Civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten
even sour wine

Claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges

Clotilde fenced, which is half a

Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset

Cold curiosity

Cold charity to all

Come prepared to be not very well
satisfied with anything

Comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity

Command of countenance the Countess

Commencement of a speech proves that
you have made the plunge

Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors

Common sense is the secret of every
successful civil agitation

Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse

Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered

Compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement

Complacent languor of the wise youth

Compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring

Compromise is virtual death

Conduct is never a straight index where the heart’s involved

Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can

Confident serenity inspired by evil

Consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent

Consent to take life as it is

Consent of circumstances

Conservative, whose astounded state
paralyzes his wrath

Consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure

Constitutionally discontented

Consult the family means–waste your

Contempt of military weapons and
ridicule of the art of war

Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther

Continued trust in the man–is the
alternative of despair

Convict it by instinct without the
ceremony of a jury

Convictions we store–wherewith to
shape our destinies

Convictions are generally first

Convincing themselves that they
impersonate sagacity

Cordiality of an extreme relief in

Could we–we might be friends

Could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm

Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster’s career

Could the best of men be simply–a
woman’s friend?

Could have designed this gabbler for
the mate

Could affect me then, without being
flung at me

Country can go on very well without so much speech-making

Country enclosed us to make us feel
snug in our own importance

Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities

Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting

Cover of action as an escape from

Cowardice is even worse for nations
than for individual men

Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history)

Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change

Critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear

Critical in their first glance at a
prima donna

Cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite

Curious thing would be if curious
things should fail to happen

Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister’s heart, lay stretched….

Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel

Dangerous things are uttered after the third glass

Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but

Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples

Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers

Death is always next door

Death within which welcomed a death

Death is only the other side of the

Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes

Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable

Decency’s a dirty petticoat in the
Garden of Innocence

Decent insincerity

Decline to practise hypocrisy

Dedicated to the putrid of the upper

Deeds only are the title

Deep as a mother’s, pure as a virgin’s, fiery as a saint’s

Defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends

Delay in thine undertaking Is disaster of thy own making

Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal

Depreciating it after the fashion of
chartered hypocrites.

Desire of it destroyed it

Despises hostile elements and goes

Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance

Determine that the future is in our
debt, and draw on it

Detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough

Detested titles, invented by the

Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive
men, and very personable women

Dialectical stiffness

Dialogue between Nature and

Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed

Didn’t say a word No use in talking
about feelings

Dignitary, and he passed under the
bondage of that position

Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man

Discover the writers in a day when all are writing!

Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters

Disqualification of constantly
offending prejudices

Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur

Distaste for all exercise once

Distinguished by his not allowing
himself to be provoked

Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war

Dithyrambic inebriety of narration

Divided lovers in presence

Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart?

Do you judge of heroes as of lesser

Dogmatic arrogance of a just but
ignorant man

Dogs die more decently than we men

Dogs’ eyes have such a sick look of

Dose he had taken was not of the

Drank to show his disdain of its powers

Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a
refreshment (Scandalsheet)

Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage

Drink is their death’s river, rolling them on helpless

Dudley was not gifted to read behind
words and looks

Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit

Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning

Eccentric behaviour in trifles

Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative

Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful

Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors

Embarrassments of an uncongenial

Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her

Eminently servile is the tolerated

Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women

Empty stomachs are foul counsellors

Empty magnanimity which his uncle
presented to him

Enamoured young men have these notions

Enemy’s laugh is a bugle blown in the night

Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market

England’s the foremost country of the globe

English antipathy to babblers

English maids are domesticated savage animals

Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness

Enthusiasm struck and tightened the
loose chord of scepticism

Enthusiasm has the privilege of not
knowing monotony

Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is
perilously near to boring

Envy of the man of positive knowledge

Equally acceptable salted when it
cannot be had fresh

Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse

Every failure is a step advanced

Every woman that’s married isn’t in
love with her husband

Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal

Everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach

Exceeding variety and quantity of
things money can buy

Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations

Excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality

Excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony

Expectations dupe us, not trust

Explaining of things to a dull head

Externally soft and polished,
internally hard and relentless

Exuberant anticipatory trustfulness

Exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture

Eyes of a lover are not his own; but
his hands and lips are

Face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon

Failures oft are but advising friends

Faith works miracles. At least it
allows time for them


Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait

Fast growing to be an eccentric by

Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue

Father and she were aware of one
another without conversing

Father used to say, four hours for a
man, six for a woman

Favour can’t help coming by rotation

Fear nought so much as Fear itself

Feel no shame that I do not feel!

Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with

Feeling, nothing beyond a lively
interest in her well-being

Feigned utter condemnation to make
partial comfort acceptable

Fell to chatting upon the nothings
agreeably and seriously

Feminine pity, which is nearer to
contempt than to tenderness

Feminine; coming when she willed and
flying when wanted

Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers

Few feelings are single on this globe

Few men can forbear to tell a spicy
story of their friends

Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings

Fine eye for celestially directed
consequences is ever haunted

Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield

Finishing touches to the negligence

Fire smoothes the creases

Fires in the grates went through the
ceremony of warming nobody

Fit of Republicanism in the nursery

Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner

Flung him, pitied him, and passed on

Foamy top is offered and gulped as
equivalent to an idea

Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper

Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment

Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl

Foolish trick of thinking for herself

For ’tis Ireland gives England her
soldiers, her generals too

Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it

Forgetfulness is like a closing sea

Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony

Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence

Found by the side of the bed,
inanimate, and pale as a sister of

Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly

Found that he ‘cursed better upon

Fourth of the Georges

Frankness as an armour over wariness

Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant

Friend he would not shake off, but
could not well link with

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart
between two

From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible

Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged

Full-o’-Beer’s a hasty chap

Fun, at any cost, is the one object
worth a shot

Further she read, “Which is the coward among us?”

Generally he noticed nothing

Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors

Gentleman who does so much ’cause he
says so little

Gentleman in a good state of

Get back what we give

Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity

Give our courage as hostage for the
fulfilment of what we hope

Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons

Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea

Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace

Gone to pieces with an injured lover’s babble

Good and evil work together in this

Good nature, and means no more harm
than he can help

Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted

Good-bye to sorrow for a while–Keep
your tears for the living

Good maxim for the wrathful–speak not at all

Good jokes are not always good policy

Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character

Gossip always has some solid
foundation, however small

Government of brain; not sufficient
Insurrection of heart

Gradations appear to be unknown to you

Graduated naturally enough the finer
stages of self-deception

Grand air of pitying sadness

Gratitude never was a woman’s gift

Gratuitous insult

Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars

Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become

Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman

Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth

Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose

Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits)

Habit had legalized his union with her

Habit of antedating his sagacity

Habit, what a sacred and admirable
thing it is

Had got the trick of lying, through
fear of telling the truth

Had come to be her lover through being her husband

Had Shakespeare’s grandmother three
Christian names?

Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses

Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole

Half a dozen dozen left

Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen

Happiness in love is a match between
ecstasy and compliance

Happy the woman who has not more to

Happy in privation and suffering if
simply we can accept beauty

Hard to bear, at times unbearable

Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool

Hard men have sometimes a warm
affection for dogs

Haremed opinion of the unfitness of

Hated one thing alone–which was

Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery

Hates a compromise

Haunted many pillows

Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her

Having contracted the fatal habit of

He was not alive for his own pleasure

He, by insisting, made me a rebel

He bowed to facts

He grunted that a lying clock was
hateful to him

He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover

He kept saying to himself, ‘to-morrow I will tell’

He postponed it to the next minute and the next

He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion

He was in love, and subtle love will
not be shamed and smothered

He thinks that the country must be
saved by its women as well

He is in the season of faults

He had his character to maintain

He squandered the guineas, she
patiently picked up the pence

He neared her, wooing her; and she

He judged of others by himself

He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two

He had to shake up wrath over his

He had gone, and the day lived again
for both of them

He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go

He loathed a skulker

He clearly could not learn from

He thinks or he chews

He would neither retort nor defend

He whipped himself up to one of his
oratorical frenzies

He put no question to anybody

He took small account of the operations of the feelings

He began ambitiously–It’s the way at the beginning

He never explained

He never acknowledged a trouble, he
dispersed it

He was the prisoner of his word

He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly

He had wealth for a likeness of

He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it

He did not vastly respect beautiful

He sinks terribly when he sinks at all

He was not a weaver of phrases in

He lies as naturally as an infant sucks

He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer

He runs too much from first principles to extremes

He gained much by claiming little

He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration

He was too much on fire to know the
taste of absurdity

He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the
second departure

He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine

He stormed her and consented to be

He will be a part of every history (the fool)

He was the maddest of tyrants–a weak one

He had to go, he must, he has to be
always going

He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents

He had expected romance, and had met

He condensed a paragraph into a line

He lost the art of observing himself

He had neat phrases, opinions in

He’s good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog)

Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law

Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him

Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry

Hearts that make one soul do not
separately count their gifts

Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy

Heights of humour beyond laughter

Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather

Her vehement fighting against facts

Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury

Her feelings–trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis

Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty

Her aspect suggested the repose of a
winter landscape

Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight

Her duel with Time

Here, where he both wished and wished not to be

Here and there a plain good soul to
whom he was affectionate

Hermits enamoured of wind and rain

Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman

Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use

Herself, content to be dull if he might shine

Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences

Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake

His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means

His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody

His gaze and one of his ears, if not
the pair, were given

His ridiculous equanimity

His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture

His restored sense of possession

His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together

His equanimity was fictitious

His fancy performed miraculous feats

His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence

His apparent cynicism is sheer

Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency

Holding to his work after the strain’s over–That tells the man

Holy images, and other miraculous
objects are sold

Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction

Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics

Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman

Hopes of a coming disillusion that
would restore him

Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic

How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful!

How Success derides Ambition!

How many degrees from love gratitude
may be

How immensely nature seems to prefer
men to women!

How little a thing serves Fortune’s

How to compromise the matter for the
sake of peace?

How many instruments cannot clever
women play upon

How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury

Hug the hatred they packed up among
their bundles

Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you

Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment

Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded

Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move

I do not defend myself ever

I have learnt as much from light
literature as from heavy

I have and hold–you shall hunger and covet

I cannot get on with Gibbon

I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me

I married a cook She expects a big

I want no more, except to be taught to work

I detest anything that has to do with gratitude

I know nothing of imagination

I haven’t got the pluck of a flea

I hate old age It changes you so

I would cut my tongue out, if it did
you a service

I can’t think brisk out of my breeches

I look on the back of life

I never pay compliments to transparent merit

I always respected her; I never liked her

I give my self, I do not sell

I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery–not deceit

I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent

I laughed louder than was necessary

I had to cross the park to give a

I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged

I ain’t a speeder of matrimony

I beg of my husband, and all kind
people who may have the care

I rather like to hear a woman swear.
It embellishes her!

I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so?

I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France

I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a
cobbler’s stall

I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you

I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes

I am not ashamed

I hope I am not too hungry to

I cannot say less, and will say no more

I wanted a hero

I do not see it, because I will not see it

I can pay clever gentlemen for doing
Greek for me

I never saw out of a doll-shop, and
never saw there

I ‘m the warming pan, as legitimately I should be

I detest enthusiasm

I baint done yet

I know that your father has been
hearing tales told of me

I never knew till this morning the
force of No in earnest

I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will

I have all the luxuries–enough to
loathe them

I who respect the state of marriage by refusing

I make a point of never recommending my own house

I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe

I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate

I don’t count them against women

I ‘m a bachelor, and a person–you’re married, and an object

I did, replied Evan. ‘I told a lie.’

I never see anything, my dear

I always wait for a thing to happen

I’ll come as straight as I can

I’m for a rational Deity

I’m in love with everything she wishes! I’ve got the habit

Idea is the only vital breath

Ideas in gestation are the dullest
matter you can have

If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless

If there’s no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it?

If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you?

If I love you, need you care what
anybody else thinks

If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First

If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you

If the world is hostile we are not to blame it

If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods?

If thou wouldst fix remembrance–

If I’m struck, I strike back

If only been intellectually a little
flexible in his morality

If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature

If I do not speak of payment

Ignorance roaring behind a mask of

Imagination she has, for a source of
strength in the future days

Immense wealth and native obtuseness
combine to disfigure us

Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind

Impossible for him to think that women thought

Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man

Impudent boy’s fling at superiority
over the superior

In the pay of our doctors

In every difficulty, patience is a

In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins

In bottle if not on draught (oratory)

In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck!

In Sir Austin’s Note-book was written: “Between Simple Boyhood…”

In Italy, a husband away, ze friend
takes title

In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody

Incapable of putting the screw upon
weak excited nature

Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly

Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought

Increase of dissatisfaction with the
more she got

Indirect communication with heaven

Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world

Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked

Infallibility of our august mother

Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies?

Infatuated men argue likewise, and
scandal does not move them

Inferences are like shadows on the wall

Inflicted no foretaste of her coming
subjection to him

Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men

Injury forbids us to be friends again

Innocence and uncleanness may go

Insistency upon there being two sides to a case–to every case

Intellectual contempt of easy dupes

Intensely communicative, but

Intentions are really rich possessions

Intimations of cowardice menacing a
paralysis of the will

Intrusion of the spontaneous on the
stereotyped would clash

Intrusion of hard material statements, facts

Invite indecision to exhaust their

Ireland ‘s the sore place of England

Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances

Irishmen will never be quite sincere

Ironical fortitude