POMP OF LAVILETTES, by Parker, Complete [GP#44][gp44w10.txt]6117

After which comes steady happiness or the devil to pay (wedding) All men are worse than most women I always did what was wrong, and liked it--nearly always Illusive hopes and irresponsible deceptions Men feel surer of women than women feel of men She lacked sense a little and sensitiveness much To be popular is not necessarily to be contemptible Who say 'G.o.d bless you' in New York! They say 'd.a.m.n you!'

AT SIGN OF THE EAGLE, by G. Parker, [GP#45][gp45w10.txt]6118

But I don't think it is worth doing twice He wishes to be rude to some one, and is disappointed I--couldn't help it Interfere with people who had a trade and didn't understand it Lose their heads, and be so absurdly earnest Scoundrel, too weak to face the consequences of his sin

THE TRESPa.s.sER, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#46][gp46w10.txt]6119

He was strong enough to admit ignorance Not to show surprise at anything Truth waits long, but whips hard

THE TRESPa.s.sER, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#47][gp47w10.txt]6120

Down in her heart, loves to be mastered I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me Imagination is at the root of much that pa.s.ses for love Live and let live is doing good

THE TRESPa.s.sER, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#48][gp48w10.txt]6121

Clever men are trying He had no instinct for vice in the name of amus.e.m.e.nt What a nice mob you press fellows are--wholesale scavengers

THE TRESPa.s.sER, by Parker, Complete [GP#49][gp49w10.txt]6122

Clever men are trying Down in her heart, loves to be mastered He had no instinct for vice in the name of amus.e.m.e.nt He was strong enough to admit ignorance I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me Imagination is at the root of much that pa.s.ses for love Live and let live is doing good Not to show surprise at anything Truth waits long, but whips hard What a nice mob you press fellows are--wholesale scavengers

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#57][gp57w10.txt]6130

A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant Sacrifice to the G.o.d of the pin-hole What fools there are in the world

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#58][gp58w10.txt]6131

Adaptability was his greatest weapon in life He felt things, he did not study them If women hadn't memory, she answered, they wouldn't have much Lilt of existence lulling to sleep wisdom and tried experience Lonely we come into the world, and lonely we go out of it Never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#59][gp59w10.txt]6132

Egotism with which all are diseased Egregious egotism of young love there are only two ident.i.ties Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I fall, avenge me It's the people who try to be clever who never are Knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech People who are clever never think of trying to be

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#60][gp60w10.txt]6133

Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep you can forget Cling to beliefs long after conviction has been shattered Futility of goodness, the futility of all Her voice had the steadiness of despair Joy of a confessional which relieves the sick heart Often, we would rather be hurt than hurt Queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law Rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world Sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity Thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid There is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer Uses up your misery and makes you tired (Work) We care so little for real justice

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#61][gp61w10.txt]6134

It is easy to repent when our pleasures have palled Kissed her twice on the cheek--the first time in fifteen years No news--no trouble War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#62][gp62w10.txt]6135

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

BATTLE OF THE STRONG, by Parker, Complete [GP#63][gp63w10.txt]6136

A sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant Adaptability was his greatest weapon in life Being tired you can sleep, and in sleep you can forget Cling to beliefs long after conviction has been shattered Egotism with which all are diseased Egregious egotism of young love there are only two ident.i.ties Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I fall, avenge me Futility of goodness, the futility of all He felt things, he did not study them Her voice had the steadiness of despair If women hadn't memory, she answered, they wouldn't have much It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride It is easy to repent when our pleasures have palled It's the people who try to be clever who never are Joy of a confessional which relieves the sick heart Kissed her twice on the cheek--the first time in fifteen years Knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech Lilt of existence lulling to sleep wisdom and tried experience Lonely we come into the world, and lonely we go out of it Never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious No news--no trouble Often, we would rather be hurt than hurt People who are clever never think of trying to be Queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law Rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life Sacrifice to the G.o.d of the pin-hole Sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world Sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity Thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer There is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury Uses up your misery and makes you tired (Work) War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle We care so little for real justice What fools there are in the world

LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#64][gp64w10.txt]6137

Ah, let it be soon! Ah, let him die soon!

All are hurt some time Did not let him think that she was giving up anything for him Duplicity, for which she might never have to ask forgiveness Frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim of sentiment Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous, unreasonable Her stronger soul ruled him without his knowledge I love that love in which I married him Let others ride to glory, I'll shoe their horses for the gallop Lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins Love has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty, or fortune Nature twists in back, or anywhere, gets a twist in's brain too Rewarded for its mistakes Some are hurt in one way and some in another Struggle of conscience and expediency