ul ruled him without his
knowledge

Her own suffering always set her
laughing at herself

Highsterics, they call it

His courtesy was not on the same
expansive level as his vanity

His duties were many, or he made them
so

His gift for lying was inexpressible

Honesty was a thing he greatly
desired--in others

How little we can know to-day what we
shall feel tomorrow

How can one force one's heart? No, no!
One has to wait

How many sons have ever added to their
father's fame?

How many conquests have been made in
the name of God

How can you judge the facts if you
don't know the feeling?

Hugging the chain of denial to his
bosom

Hunger for happiness is robbery

I love that love in which I married him

I was never good at catechism

I said I was not falling in love--I am
in love

I am only myself when I am drunk

I have a good memory for forgetting

I don't wish to fit in; things must fit
me

I like when I like, and I like a lot
when I like

I always did what was wrong, and liked
it--nearly always

I should remember to forget it

I don't believe in walking just for the
sake of walking

I don't think. I'm old enough to know

I can't pay you for your kindness to
me, and I don't want to

I had to listen to him, and he had to
pay me for listening

I was born insolent

I--couldn't help it

If you have a good thought, act on it

If one remembers, why should the other
forget

If women hadn't memory, she answered,
they wouldn't have much

If fumbling human fingers do not meddle
with it

Illusive hopes and irresponsible
deceptions

Imagination is at the root of much that
passes for love

Importunity with discretion was his
motto

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt

In her heart she never can defy the
world as does a man

Inclined to resent his own
insignificance

Instinct for detecting veracity, having
practised on both sides

Interfere with people who had a trade
and didn't understand it

Irishmen have gifts for only two
things--words and women

Is the habit of good living mere habit
and mere acting

It is hard to be polite to cowards

It is not Justice that fills the gaols,
but Law

It is not the broken heart that kills,
but broken pride

It is good to live, isn't it?

It is difficult to be idle--and
important too

It is not much to kill or to die--that
is in the game

It isn't what they do, it's what they
don't do

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