Quotations from the PG Collected Works of Gilbert Parker Part 4

LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#65][gp65w10.txt]6138

But a wounded spirit who can bear Man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives You--you all were so ready to suspect

LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#66][gp66w10.txt]6139

Can't get the company I want, so what I can get I have Capered at the mirror, and dusted her face with oatmeal For everything you lose you get something No trouble like that which comes between parent and child Old clock in the corner "ticking" life, and youth, and hope away She had not much brains, but she had some shrewdness Take the honeymoon himself, and leave his wife to learn cooking The laughter of a ripe summer was upon the land Thought all as flippant as herself Turned the misery of the world into a game, and grinned at it When the heart rusts the rust shows

LANE HAD NO TURNING, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#67][gp67w10.txt]6140

We'll lave the past behind us The furious music of death and war was over

LANE HAD NO TURNING, by Parker, Complete [GP#68][gp68w10.txt]6141

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

All are hurt some time But a wounded spirit who can bear 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 Man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives 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 The furious music of death and war was over We'll lave the past behind us You--you all were so ready to suspect

PARABLES OF A PROVINCE, by G. Parker, [GP#69][gp69w10.txt]6142

Counsel of the overwise to go jolting through the soul Love knows not distance; it hath no continent When a child is born the mother also is born again

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#70][gp70w10.txt]6143

He had had acquaintances, but never friends.h.i.+ps, and never loves He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows!

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#71][gp71w10.txt]6144

Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting Suspicion, the bane of sick old age

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#72][gp72w10.txt]6145

Always hoping the best from the worst of us Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame?

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Pathetically in earnest Things that once charmed charm less

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#73][gp73w10.txt]6146

A left-handed boy is all right in the world d.a.m.nable propinquity Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting Importunity with discretion was his motto It is good to live, isn't it?

Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick"

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#74][gp74w10.txt]6147

Good fathers think they have good daughters Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#75][gp75w10.txt]6148

Youth is the only comrade for youth

THE RIGHT OF WAY, by Parker, Complete [GP#76][gp76w10.txt]6149

A left-handed boy is all right in the world Always hoping the best from the worst of us d.a.m.nable propinquity Good fathers think they have good daughters Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame?

He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone He had had acquaintances, but never friends.h.i.+ps, and never loves Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Importunity with discretion was his motto In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting It is good to live, isn't it?

Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop Pathetically in earnest Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick"

Suspicion, the bane of sick old age Things that once charmed charm less Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows!

Youth is the only comrade for youth

MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#77][gp77w10.txt]6150

Boldness without rashness, and hope without vain thinking Nothing is futile that is right Religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women