fit to live

The defensive is perilous policy in war

The past is our mortal mother, no dead
thing

The wretch who fears death dies
multitudinously

The proper defence for a nation is its
history

The thought stood in her eyes

The love that survives has strangled
craving

The grey furniture of Time for his
natural wear

The world without him would be heavy
matter

The despot is alert at every issue, to
every chance

The spending, never harvesting, world

The shots hit us behind you

The terrible aggregate social woman

The next ten minutes will decide our
destinies

The woman side of him

The good life gone lives on in the mind

The beat of a heart with a dread like a
shot in it

The girl could not know her own mind,
for she suited him exactly

The critic that sneers

The blindness of Fortune is her one
merit

The religion of this vast English
middle-class--Comfort

The slavery of the love of a woman
chained

The idea of love upon the lips of
ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony

The brainless in Art and in Statecraft

The well of true wit is truth itself

The debts we owe ourselves are the
hardest to pay

The greed of gain is our volcano

The burlesque Irishman can't be
caricatured

The man had to be endured, like other
doses in politics

The greater wounds do not immediately
convince us of our fate

The system is cursed by nature, and
that means by heaven

The turn will come to us as to others--
and go

The woman seeking for an anomaly wants
a master

The language of party is eloquent

The philosopher (I would keep him back
if I could)

The gallant cornet adored delicacy and
a gilded refinement

The sentimentalist goes on accumulating
images

The dismally-lighted city wore a look
of Judgement terrible to see

The kindest of men can be cruel

The night went past as a year

The social world he looked at did not
show him heroes

The overwise themselves hoodwink

The king without his crown hath a
forehead like the clown

The curse of sorrow is comparison!

The race is for domestic peace, my boy

The divinely damnable naked truth won't
wear ornaments

The idol of the hour is the mob's
wooden puppet

The embraced respected woman

The habit of the defensive paralyzes
will

The intricate, which she takes for the
infinite

The mildness of assured dictatorship

The alternative is, a garter and the
bedpost

The ass eats at my t