Quotations from the PG Collected Works of Gilbert Parker Part 5

MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#78][gp78w10.txt]6151

Each of us will prove himself a fool given perfect opportunity No note of praise could be pitched too high for Elizabeth She had never stooped to conquer

MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#79][gp79w10.txt]6152

Never believed that when man or woman said no that no was meant Slander ever scorches where it touches

MICHEL AND ANGELE, by Parker, Complete [GP#80][gp80w10.txt]6153

Boldness without rashness, and hope without vain thinking Each of us will prove himself a fool given perfect opportunity Never believed that when man or woman said no that no was meant No note of praise could be pitched too high for Elizabeth Nothing is futile that is right Religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women She had never stooped to conquer Slander ever scorches where it touches

DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#83][gp83w10.txt]6156

A look too bright for joy, too intense for despair His gift for lying was inexpressible One favour is always the promise of another

DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#84][gp84w10.txt]6157

All the world's mad but thee and me He had tasted freedom; he was near to license

DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#85][gp85w10.txt]6158

As if our penalties were only paid by ourselves!

Credulity, easily trans.m.u.table into superst.i.tion Paradoxes which make for laughter--and for tears What is crime in one country, is virtue in another Women only admitted to Heaven by the intercession of husbands

DONOVAN PASHA &c, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#86][gp86w10.txt]6159

Anger was the least injurious of all grounds for separation Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are Oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation The friends.h.i.+p of man is like the shade of the acacia Vanity of successful labour

DONOVAN PASHA &c, by Parker, Complete [GP#87][gp87w10.txt]6160

A look too bright for joy, too intense for despair All the world's mad but thee and me Anger was the least injurious of all grounds for separation As if our penalties were only paid by ourselves!

Credulity, easily trans.m.u.table into superst.i.tion Dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are He had tasted freedom; he was near to license His gift for lying was inexpressible One favour is always the promise of another Oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation Paradoxes which make for laughter--and for tears The friends.h.i.+p of man is like the shade of the acacia Vanity of successful labour What is crime in one country, is virtue in another Women only admitted to Heaven by the intercession of husbands

THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#88][gp88w10.txt]6161

There is no habit so powerful as the habit of care of others

THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#89][gp89w10.txt]6162

Begin to see how near good is to evil But the years go on, and friends have an end Does any human being know what he can bear of temptation Heaven where wives without number awaited him Honesty was a thing he greatly desired--in others How little we can know to-day what we shall feel tomorrow How many conquests have been made in the name of G.o.d One does the work and another gets paid To-morrow is no man's gift We want every land to do as we do; and we want to make 'em do it

THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#90][gp90w10.txt]6163

A cloak of words to cover up the real thought behind Antipathy of the lesser to the greater nature Antipathy of the man in the wrong to the man in the right Friends.h.i.+p means a giving and a getting He's a barber-shop philosopher Monotonously intelligent No virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be worth a b.u.t.ton Only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter Pa.s.sion to forget themselves Political virtue goes unrewarded She knew what to say and what to leave unsaid Smiling was part of his equipment Sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home Soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding The vague pain of suffered indifference There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do Tricks played by Fact to discredit the imagination We must live our dark hours alone Woman's deepest right and joy and pain in one--to comfort

THE WEAVERS, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#91][gp91w10.txt]6164

Cherish any alleviating lie Triumph of Oriental duplicity over Western civilisation When G.o.d permits, shall man despair?

THE WEAVERS, by Parker, Complete [GP#94][gp94w10.txt]6167

A cloak of words to cover up the real thought behind Antipathy of the man in the wrong to the man in the right Antipathy of the lesser to the greater nature Begin to see how near good is to evil But the years go on, and friends have an end Cherish any alleviating lie Does any human being know what he can bear of temptation Friends.h.i.+p means a giving and a getting He's a barber-shop philosopher Heaven where wives without number awaited him Honesty was a thing he greatly desired--in others How little we can know to-day what we shall feel tomorrow How many conquests have been made in the name of G.o.d Monotonously intelligent No virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted Of course I've hated, or I wouldn't be worth a b.u.t.ton One does the work and another gets paid Only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter Pa.s.sion to forget themselves Political virtue goes unrewarded She knew what to say and what to leave unsaid Smiling was part of his equipment Sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home Soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding The vague pain of suffered indifference There is no habit so powerful as the habit of care of others There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do To-morrow is no man's gift Tricks played by Fact to discredit the imagination Triumph of Oriental duplicity over Western civilisation We want every land to do as we do; and we want to make 'em do it We must live our dark hours alone When G.o.d permits, shall man despair?

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

THE MONEY MASTER, by G. Parker, v1 [GP102][gp10210.txt]6175

Air of certainty and universal comprehension Always calling to something, for something outside ourselves Came of a race who set great store by mothers and grandmothers Grove of pines to give a sense of warmth in winter Grow more intense, more convinced, more thorough, as they talk He admired, yet he wished to be admired Inclined to resent his own insignificance Lyrical in his enthusiasms No man so simply sincere, or so extraordinarily prejudiced Of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation Spurting out little geysers of other people's cheap wisdom Untamed by the normal restraints of a happy married life