y

Untamed by the normal restraints of a
happy married life

Uses up your misery and makes you tired
(Work)

Vanity is the bane of mankind

Vanity of successful labour

Vanity; and from this much feminine
hatred springs

Very severe on those who do not pretend
to be good

Visions of the artistic
temperament--delight and curse

War is cruelty, and none can make it
gentle

Was not civilisation a mistake

We don't live in months and years, but
just in minutes

We want to get more out of life than
there really is in it

We want every land to do as we do; and
we want to make 'em do it

We grow away from people against our
will

We are only children till we begin to
make our dreams our life

We care so little for real justice

We do what we forbid ourselves to do

We suffer the shames we damn in others

We must live our dark hours alone

We speak with the straight tongue; it
is cowards who lie

We'll lave the past behind us

What fools there are in the world

What is gone is gone. Graves are
idolatry

What is crime in one country, is virtue
in another

What a nice mob you press fellows
are--wholesale scavengers

What'll be the differ a hundred years
from now

Whatever has been was a dream; whatever
is now is real

When a child is born the mother also is
born again

When you strike your camp, put out the
fires

When God permits, shall man despair?

When a man laugh in the sun and think
nothing of evil

Where the light is darkness

Where I should never hear the voice of
the social Thou must

Who knows!

Who can understand a woman?

Who get a morbid enjoyment out of
misery

Who say 'God bless you' in New York!
They say 'Damn you!'

Who never knew self-consciousness

Wit is always at the elbow of want

Without the money brains seldom win
alone

Woman's deepest right and joy and pain
in one--to comfort

Women only admitted to Heaven by the
intercession of husbands

Women are half saints, half fools

Women may leave you in the bright days

Women don't go by evidence, but by
their feelings

World was only the size of four walls
to a sick person

Worth while to have lived so long and
to have seen so much

Would look back and not remember that
she had a childhood

You went north towards heaven and south
towards hell

You have lost your illusions

You never can really overtake a
newspaper lie

You can't take time as the measure of
life