pears in the papers

No great harm done when you're silent

No heart to dare is no heart to love!

No stopping the Press while the people
have an appetite for it

No word is more lightly spoken than
shame

No flattery for me at the expense of my
sisters

No man has a firm foothold who pretends
to it

No enemy's shot is equal to a weak
heart in the act

No man can hear the words which prove
him a prophet (quietly)

No conversation coming of it, her
curiosity was violent

No intoxication of hot blood to cheer
those who sat at home

No case is hopeless till a man consents
to think it is

No love can be without jealousy

No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave
that to the blackguards

None but fanatics, cowards,
white-eyeballed dogmatists

Nor can a protest against coarseness be
sweepingly interpreted

Not every chapter can be sunshine

Not afford to lose, and a disposition
free of the craving to win

Not men of brains, but the men of
aptitudes

Not the indignant and the frozen, but
the genially indifferent

Not daring risk of office by offending
the taxpayer

Not in love--She was only not unwilling
to be in love

Not a page of his books reveals
malevolence or a sneer

Not always the right thing to do the
right thing

Not to do things wholly is worse than
not to do things at all

Not to be feared more than are the
general race of bunglers

Not much esteem for non-professional
actresses

Not in a situation that could bear of
her blaming herself

Not so much read a print as read the
imprinting on themselves

Not to go hunting and fawning for
alliances

Not to bother your wits, but leave the
puzzle to the priest

Not to be the idol, to have an aim of
our own

Not the great creatures we assume
ourselves to be

Not likely to be far behind curates in
besieging an heiress

Nothing is a secret that has been
spoken

Nothing desirable will you have which
is not coveted

Nothing the body suffers that the soul
may not profit by

Notoriously been above the honours of
grammar

Nought credit but what outward orbs
reveal

Now far from him under the failure of
an effort to come near

Nursing of a military invalid awakens
tenderer anxieties

O for yesterday!

O self! self! self!

O heaven! of what avail is human
effort?

Obedience oils necessity

Obeseness is the most sensitive of our
ailments

Objects elevated even by a decayed
world have their mag