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+Title: Quotations from the Works of John Galsworthy
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+QUOTATIONS FROM THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITION
+OF THE WORKS OF JOHN GALSWORTHY
+
+by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+The Forsyte Saga:
+     Volume 1. The Man of Property
+     Volume 2. Indian Summer of a Forsyte
+               In Chancery
+     Volume 3. Awakening
+               To Let
+Other Novels:
+     The Dark Flower
+     The Freelands
+     Beyond
+     Villa Rubein and Other Stories
+          Villa Rubein
+          A Man of Devon
+          A Knight
+          Salvation of a Forsyte
+          The Silence
+     Saint's Progress
+     The Island Pharisees
+     The Country House
+     Fraternity
+     The Patrician
+     The Burning Spear
+     Five Short Tales
+          The First and Last
+          A Stoic
+          The Apple Tree
+          The Juryman
+          Indian Summer of a Forsyte
+Essays and Studies:
+     Concerning Life
+          Inn of Tranquility
+          Magpie over the Hill
+          Sheep-shearing
+          Evolution
+          Riding in the Mist
+          The Procession
+          A Christian
+          Wind in the Rocks
+          My Distant Relative
+          The Black Godmother
+          Quality
+          The Grand Jury
+          Gone
+          Threshing
+          That Old-time Place
+          Romance--three Gleams
+          Memories
+          Felicity
+     Concerning Letters
+          A Novelist's Allegory
+          Some Platitudes Concerning Drama
+          Meditation on Finality
+          Wanted--Schooling
+          On Our Dislike of Things as They Are
+          The Windlestraw
+          About Censorship
+          Vague Thoughts on Art
+Plays:
+     First Series:
+          The Silver Box
+          Joy
+          Strife
+     Second Series:
+          The Eldest Son
+          The Little Dream
+          Justice
+     Third Series:
+          The Fugitive
+          The Pigeon
+          The Mob
+     Fourth Series:
+          A Bit O' Love
+          The Foundations
+          The Skin Game
+     Six Short Plays:
+          The First and The Last
+          The Little Man
+          Hall-marked
+          Defeat
+          The Sun
+          Punch and Go
+
+
+
+
+                              EDITOR'S NOTE
+
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+
+
+
+
+                 WIDGER'S QUOTATIONS of JOHN GALSWORTHY
+
+
+
+THE FORSYTE SAGA:
+
+VOLUME 1. THE MAN OF PROPERTY
+/gutenberg/etext01/mnprp10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+The simple truth, which underlies the whole story, that where sex
+attraction is utterly and definitely lacking in one partner to a union,
+no amount of pity, or reason, or duty, or what not, can overcome a
+repulsion implicit in Nature.
+
+The tragedy of whose life is the very simple, uncontrollable tragedy of
+being unlovable, without quite a thick enough skin to be thoroughly
+unconscious of the fact.  Not even Fleur loves Soames as he feels he
+ought to be loved.  But in pitying Soames, readers incline, perhaps, to
+animus against Irene: After all, they think, he wasn't a bad fellow, it
+wasn't his fault; she ought to have forgiven him, and so on!
+
+"Let the dead Past bury its dead" would be a better saying if the Past
+ever died.  The persistence of the Past is one of those tragi-comic
+blessings which each new age denies, coming cocksure on to the stage to
+mouth its claim to a perfect novelty.
+
+The figure of Irene, never, as the reader may possibly have observed,
+present, except through the senses of other characters, is a concretion
+of disturbing Beauty impinging on a possessive world.
+
+She turned back into the drawing-room; but in a minute came out, and
+stood as if listening.  Then she came stealing up the stairs, with a
+kitten in her arms.  He could see her face bent over the little beast,
+which was purring against her neck.  Why couldn't she look at him like
+that?
+
+But though the impingement of Beauty and the claims of Freedom on a
+possessive world are the main prepossessions of the Forsyte Saga, it
+cannot be absolved from the charge of embalming the upper-middle class.
+
+When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present;
+when a Forsyte died--but no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die;
+death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against
+it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent
+encroachments on their property.
+
+"It's my opinion," he said unexpectedly, "that it's just as well as it
+is."
+
+The eldest by some years of all the Forsytes, she held a peculiar
+position amongst them.  Opportunists and egotists one and all-- though
+not, indeed, more so than their neighbours--they quailed before her
+incorruptible figure, and, when opportunities were too strong, what could
+they do but avoid her!
+
+"I'm bad," he said, pouting--"been bad all the week; don't sleep at
+night.  The doctor can't tell why.  He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't
+have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills."
+
+There was little sentimentality about the Forsytes.  In that great
+London, which they had conquered and become merged in, what time had they
+to be sentimental?
+
+A moment passed, and young Jolyon, turning on his heel, marched out at
+the door.  He could hardly see; his smile quavered.  Never in all the
+fifteen years since he had first found out that life was no simple
+business, had he found it so singularly complicated.
+
+As in all self-respecting families, an emporium had been established
+where family secrets were bartered, and family stock priced.  It was
+known on Forsyte 'Change that Irene regretted her marriage.  Her regret
+was disapproved of.  She ought to have known her own mind; no dependable
+woman made these mistakes.
+
+Out of his other property, out of all the things he had collected, his
+silver, his pictures, his houses, his investments, he got a secret and
+intimate feeling; out of her he got none.
+
+Of all those whom this strange rumour about Bosinney and Mrs. Soames
+reached, James was the most affected.  He had long forgotten how he had
+hovered, lanky and pale, in side whiskers of chestnut hue, round Emily,
+in the days of his own courtship.  He had long forgotten the small house
+in the purlieus of Mayfair, where he had spent the early days of his
+married life, or rather, he had long forgotten the early days, not the
+small house,--a Forsyte never forgot a house--he had afterwards sold it
+at a clear profit of four hundred pounds.
+
+And those countless Forsytes, who, in the course of innumerable
+transactions concerned with property of all sorts (from wives to
+water rights)....
+
+"I now move, 'That the report and accounts for the year 1886 be received
+and adopted.'  You second that?  Those in favour signify the same in the
+usual way.  Contrary--no.  Carried.  The next business, gentlemen...."
+Soames smiled.  Certainly Uncle Jolyon had a way with him!
+
+Forces regardless of family or class or custom were beating down his
+guard; impending events over which he had no control threw their shadows
+on his head.  The irritation of one accustomed to have his way was,
+roused against he knew not what.
+
+We are, of course, all of us the slaves of property, and I admit that
+it's a question of degree, but what I call a 'Forsyte' is a man who is
+decidedly more than less a slave of property.  He knows a good thing, he
+knows a safe thing, and his grip on property--it doesn't matter whether
+it be wives, houses, money, or reputation--is his hall-mark."--"Ah!"
+murmured Bosinney.  "You should patent the word."--"I should like," said
+young Jolyon, "to lecture on it: 'Properties and quality of a Forsyte':
+This little animal, disturbed by the ridicule of his own sort, is
+unaffected in his motions by the laughter of strange creatures (you or
+I).  Hereditarily disposed to myopia, he recognises only the persons of
+his own species, amongst which he passes an existence of competitive
+tranquillity."
+
+"My people," replied young Jolyon, "are not very extreme, and they have
+their own private peculiarities, like every other family, but they
+possess in a remarkable degree those two qualities which are the real
+tests of a Forsyte--the power of never being able to give yourself up to
+anything soul and body, and the 'sense of property'."
+
+An unhappy marriage!  No ill-treatment--only that indefinable malaise,
+that terrible blight which killed all sweetness under Heaven; and so from
+day to day, from night to night, from week to week, from year to year,
+till death should end it.
+
+The more I see of people the more I am convinced that they are never good
+or bad--merely comic, or pathetic.  You probably don't agree with me!'
+
+"Don't touch me!" she cried.  He caught her wrist; she wrenched it away.
+"And where may you have been?" he asked.  "In heaven--out of this house!"
+With those words she fled upstairs.
+
+It seemed to young Jolyon that he could hear her saying: "But, darling,
+it would ruin you!"  For he himself had experienced to the full the
+gnawing fear at the bottom of each woman's heart that she is a drag on
+the man she loves.
+
+She had come back like an animal wounded to death, not knowing
+where to turn, not knowing what she was doing.
+
+
+
+
+THE FORSYTE SAGA:
+
+VOLUME 2. INDIAN SUMMER OF A FORSYTE & IN CHANCERY
+/gutenberg/etext01/isoaf10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"What do you mean by God?" he said; "there are two irreconcilable ideas
+of God.  There's the Unknowable Creative Principle--one believes in That.
+And there's the Sum of altruism in man naturally one believes in That.
+
+She was such a decided mortal; knew her own mind so terribly well; wanted
+things so inexorably until she got them--and then, indeed, often dropped
+them like a hot potato.  Her mother had been like that, whence had come
+all those tears.  Not that his  incompatibility with his daughter was
+anything like what it had been with the first Mrs. Young Jolyon.
+One could be amused where a daughter was concerned; in a wife's case
+one could not be amused.
+
+"Thank you for that good lie.
+
+Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
+
+Did Nature permit a Forsyte not to make a slave of what he adored?  Could
+beauty be confided to him?  Or should she not be just a visitor, coming
+when she would, possessed for moments which passed, to return only at her
+own choosing?  'We are a breed of spoilers!' thought Jolyon, 'close and
+greedy; the bloom of life is not safe with us.  Let her come to me as she
+will, when she will, not at all if she will not.  Let me be just her
+stand-by, her perching-place; never-never her cage!'
+
+....causing the animal to wake and attack his fleas; for though he was
+supposed to have none, nothing could persuade him of the fact.
+
+It's always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it's
+going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary."
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+A thing slipped between him and all previous knowledge
+Afraid of being afraid
+Afraid to show emotion before his son
+Always wanted more than he could have
+Aromatic spirituality
+As she will, when she will, not at all if she will not
+Attack his fleas; for though he was supposed to have none
+Avoided expression of all unfashionable emotion
+Back of beauty was harmony
+Back of harmony was--union
+Beauty is the devil, when you're sensitive to it!
+Blessed capacity of living again in the young
+But it tired him and he was glad to sit down
+But the thistledown was still as death
+By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love
+Change--for there never was any--always upset her very much
+Charm; and the quieter it was, the more he liked it
+Compassion was checked by the tone of that close voice
+Conceived for that law a bitter distaste
+Conscious beauty
+Detached and brotherly attitude towards his own son
+Did not mean to try and get out of it by vulgar explanation
+Did not want to be told of an infirmity
+Dislike of humbug
+Dogs: with rudiments of altruism and a sense of God
+Don't care whether we're right or wrong
+Don't hurt others more than is absolutely necessary
+Early morning does not mince words
+Era which had canonised hypocrisy
+Evening not conspicuous for open-heartedness
+Everything in life he wanted--except a little more breath
+Fatigued by the insensitive, he avoided fatiguing others
+Felt nearly young
+Forgiven me; but she could never forget
+Forsytes always bat
+Free will was the strength of any tie, and not its weakness
+Get something out of everything you do
+Greater expense can be incurred for less result than anywhere
+Hard-mouthed women who laid down the law
+He could not plead with her; even an old man has his dignity
+He saw himself reflected: An old-looking chap
+Health--He did not want it at such cost
+Horses were very uncertain
+I have come to an end; if you want me, here I am
+I never stop anyone from doing anything
+I shan't marry a good man, Auntie, they're so dull!
+If not her lover in deed he was in desire
+Importance of mundane matters became increasingly grave
+Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say youself
+Ironical, which is fatal to expansiveness
+Ironically mistrustful
+Is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young?
+It was their great distraction: To wait!
+Know how not to grasp and destroy!
+Law takes a low view of human nature
+Let her come to me as she will, when she will          ,
+Little notion of how to butter her bread
+Living on his capital
+Longing to escape in generalities beset him
+Love has no age, no limit; and no death
+Man had money, he was free in law and fact
+Ministered to his daughter's love of domination
+More spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar
+Never give himself away
+Never seemed to have occasion for verbal confidences
+Never since had any real regard for conventional morality
+Never to see yourself as others see you
+No money! What fate could compare with that?
+None of them quite knew what she meant
+None of us--none of us can hold on for ever!
+Not going to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds
+Nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off
+Nothing overmastering in his feeling
+Old men learn to forego their whims
+One cannot see the havoc oneself is working
+One could break away into irony--as indeed he often had to
+One who has never known a struggle with desperation
+One's never had enough
+Only aversion lasts
+Only Time was good for sorrow
+Own feelings were not always what mattered most
+People who don't live are wonderfully preserved
+Perching-place; never-never her cage!
+Philosophy of one on whom the world had turned its back
+Pity, they said, was akin to love!
+Preferred to concentrate on the ownership of themselves
+Putting up a brave show of being natural
+Quiet possession of his own property
+Quivering which comes when a man has received a deadly insult
+Self-consciousness is a handicap
+Selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him
+Sense of justice stifled condemnation
+Servants knew everything, and suspected the rest
+Shall not expect this time more than I can get, or she can give
+She used to expect me to say it more often  than I felt it
+Sideways look which had reduced many to silence in its time
+Smiled because he could have cried
+So difficult to be sorry for him
+'So we go out!' he thought 'No more beauty! Nothing?'
+Socialists: they want our goods
+Sorrowful pleasure
+Spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown
+Striking horror of the moral attitude
+Sum of altruism in man
+Surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea
+Tenderness to the young
+Thank you for that good lie
+Thanks awfully
+That dog was a good dog
+The Queen--God bless her!
+The soundless footsteps on the grass!
+There was no one in any sort of authority to notice him
+There went the past!
+To seem to be respectable was to be
+Too afraid of committing himself in any direction
+Trees take little account of time
+Unfeeling process of legal regulation
+Unknowable Creative Principle
+Unlikely to benefit its beneficiaries
+Wanted things so inexorably until she got them
+Waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul
+Weighing you to the ground with care and love
+Went out as if afraid of being answered
+What do you mean by God?
+When you fleece you're sorry
+When you're fleeced you're sick
+Where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight
+Whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom
+With the wisdom of a long life old JoIyon did not speak
+Witticism of which he was not the author was hardly to his taste
+Wonderful finality about a meal
+You have to buy experience
+
+
+
+
+THE FORSYTE SAGA:
+
+VOLUME 3.  AWAKENING & TO LET
+/gutenberg/etext01/tolet10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Coercion was unpopular, parents had exalted notions of giving their
+offspring a good time.  They spoiled their rods, spared their children,
+and anticipated the results with enthusiasm.
+
+And yet, in his inner tissue, there was something of the old founder of
+his family, a secret tenacity of soul, a dread of showing his feelings, a
+determination not to know when he was beaten.  Sensitive, imaginative,
+affectionate boys get a bad time at school, but Jon had instinctively
+kept his nature dark, and been but normally unhappy there
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+A philosopher when he has all that he wants is different
+Accustomed to assurance in the youthful manner
+Adept at keeping things to herself
+Admiration of beauty and longing for possession are not love
+Afraid to enjoy to-day for fear he might not enjoy tomorrow
+All else, then, was but preliminary to this!
+But they could not keep his eyebrows down
+Can you stand this spiritualistic racket?
+Clear eyes and an almost depressing amount of common sense
+Could fear go with a smile?
+Delicacy became a somewhat minor consideration
+Determination not to know when he was beaten
+Difficult it is for elders to give themselves away to the young
+Dinner--consecrated to the susceptibilities of the butler
+Disliked the idea of dying
+Felt suddenly he might say things she would regret
+Fixed idea
+Guileless snobbery of youth
+How much better than men women play a waiting game
+I've got it in the neck, only the feeling is really lower down
+Inoculated against the germs of love by small doses
+Lest by some dreadful inadvertence they might drop into a tune
+Life's awful like a lot of monkeys scramblin' for empty nuts
+Like a man uninsured, with his ships at sea
+Lunch was the sort a man dreams of but seldom gets
+Malaise of one who contemplates himself as seen by another
+Men were judged in this world rather by what they were
+Nobody can spoil a life, my dear
+One does not precisely choose with whom one will fall in love
+Only sort of life that doesn't hurt anybody; except art
+Parasitically clinging on to the effortless close of a life
+Private possession underlay everything worth having
+Purpose of marriage was children, not mere sinful happiness
+Question so moot that it was not mooted
+Quiet tenacity with which he had converted a mediocre talent
+Spoiled their rods, spared their children
+Take himself seriously, yet never bore others
+Tarred with cynicism, realism, and immorality like the French
+The young have such cheap, hard judgment
+They can't have my private property and my public spirit-both
+Thought we were progressing--now we know we're only changing
+To be kind and keep your end up--there's nothing else in it
+Unless one believed there was something in a thing, there wasn't
+Victory in defeat
+Wishes father thought but they don't breed evidence
+You are a giver, Jon; she is a taker
+Younger every day, till at last he had been too young to live
+Youth's eagerness to give with both hands, to take with neither
+
+
+
+
+VILLA RUBEIN AND OTHER STORIES
+/gutenberg/etext01/vlrbn10.txt
+
+          Villa Rubein
+          A Man of Devon
+          A Knight
+          Salvation of a Forsyte
+          The Silence
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+I wish you would attend to your own faults, and not pry into other
+people's.
+
+But I think that when we hope, we are not brave, because we are expecting
+something for ourselves.  Chris says that hope is prayer, and if it is
+prayer, then all the time we are hoping, we are asking for something, and
+it is not brave to ask for things.
+
+Then from in front I heard sobbing--a man's sobs; no sound is quite so
+dreadful.
+
+"Ah!" muttered Mr. Treffry, "you're obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't
+strength."
+
+It has always been my, belief that a man must neither beg anything of a
+woman, nor force anything from her.  Women are generous--they will give
+you what they can.
+
+Has it ever struck you that each one of us lives on the edge of a
+volcano?  There is, I imagine, no one who has not some affection or
+interest so strong that he counts the rest for nothing, beside it.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+All I know is, I've got to work
+Attend to your own faults, and not pry into other people's
+Beastly as a vulgar woman's laugh
+But one's alone when it comes to the run-in
+Can we never have quite enough?
+Charming generalities
+Constitutionally averse to being pitied
+Contentment that men experience at the misfortunes of an enemy
+Could never tell exactly when to stop
+Each one of us lives on the edge of a volcano
+Every bird singing from the bottom of his heart
+Fear and anger in me are very much the same
+Free from all self-consciousness
+Her imperfections were beautiful to me
+How simply he assumed that he was going to be great
+In a time of agony one finds out what are the things one can do
+It seems always rude to speak the truth
+Man can only endure about half his joy; about half his sorrow
+Man must neither beg anything of a woman, nor force anything
+Men who haven't the courage of their own ideas
+Never grossly drunk, and rarely very sober
+Not a bad rule that measures men by the balance at their banks
+Obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't strength
+Only understand what they can see and touch
+People may become utter strangers without a word
+So sacred that they melt away at the approach of words
+Spring; it makes one want more than one has got
+Time is everything
+What is it to be brave?
+What's not enough for one is not enough for two
+When things have come to a crisis, how little one feels
+When we hope, we are not brave
+With an air of sacrificing to the public good
+Women are generous--they will give you what they can
+You can't punish unless you make to feel
+You may force a  body; how can you force a soul?
+You're glad that hope is dead, it means rest
+
+
+
+
+SAINT'S PROGRESS
+/gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+The Russian proverb: "The heart of another is a dark forest."
+
+We're used to it, you see; there's no excitement in what you're used to.
+
+If geological time be taken as twenty-four hours, man's existence on
+earth so far equals just two seconds of it; after a few more seconds,
+when man has been frozen off the earth, geological time will stretch for
+as long again, before the earth bumps into something, and be comes nebula
+once more.  God's hands haven't been particularly full, sir, have they--
+two seconds out of twenty-four hours--if man is His pet concern?
+
+"People do not like you to be different.  If ever in your life you act
+differently from others, you will find it so, mademoiselle."
+
+She never went to meet life, but when it came, made the best of it.  This
+was her secret, and Pierson always felt rested in her presence.
+
+He opened the gate, uttering one of those prayers which come so glibly
+from unbelievers when they want anything.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Aesthetic admiration for that old Church
+Agreed in the large, and differed in the narrow
+All life seemed suddenly a thing of forms and sham
+And I don't want to be forgiven
+At my age one expects no more than one gets!
+Avoided discussion on matters where he might hurt others
+Conquests leading to defeats, defeats to conquests
+Could not as yet disagree with suavity
+Cunning, the astute, the adaptable, will ever rule in times of peace
+Daddy's a darling; but I don't always believe what he believes
+Depressing to think that I would go on living after death
+Difficult for a good man to see the evil round him
+Efforts to eliminate instinct
+Events are the parents of the future
+Events were the children of the past
+For we are mad--nothing to speak of, but just a little
+Forget all about oneself in what one is doing
+God is the helping of man by man
+Happiness never comes when you are looking for it
+I don't believe, and I can't pray
+I shall hate God for His cruelty
+I think it's cruel that we can't take what we can while we can
+If he'd drop the habits of authority
+If you're not ashamed of yourself, no one will be ashamed of you
+In opening your hearts you feel that you lose authority
+It must be dreadful to grow old, and pass the time!
+Let the dead past bury its dead
+Life's a huge wide adaptable thing!
+Man is His pet concern?
+Marvellous speeder-up of Love is War
+Men will be just as brutal afterwards--more brutal
+My mistress, mademoiselle, is not a thing of flesh.  It is art
+Needs must when the devil drives--that's all
+Oughtn't to mind us taking what we can
+People do not like you to be different
+Prayers which come so glibly from unbelievers
+Revolt against a world so murderous and uncharitable
+Seemed to know that in silence was her strength
+She never went to meet life
+Sheer pride; and I can't subdue it
+Silence was her strength
+So absorbed in his dismay and concern, that he was almost happy
+Speak, or keep silent; try to console; try to pretend?
+The heart of another is a dark forest
+The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk
+The tongue and the pen will rule them
+Their lovering had advanced by glance and touch alone
+There's no excitement in what you're used to
+There's no room on earth for saints in authority
+Things are; and we have just to take them
+Too long immune from criticism
+Too-consciousness that Time was after her
+Trust our reason and our senses for what they're worth
+Unself-consciousness
+Voices had a hard, half-jovial vulgarity
+Wake at night and hear the howling of all the packs of the world
+We can only find out for ourselves
+We can only help ourselves; and I can only bear it if I rebel
+We can't take things at second-hand any longer
+We do think we ought to have the run of them while we're alive
+We love you, but you are not in our secrets
+We want to own our consciences
+We want to think and decide things for ourselves
+What we do is not wrong till it's proved wrong by the result
+World will go on the same
+You really think God merciful, sir
+You think I don't know my own feelings, but I do
+
+
+
+
+THE ISLAND PHARISEES
+/gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Their life seemed to accord them perfect satisfaction; they were supplied
+with their convictions by Society just as, when at home, they were
+supplied with all the other necessaries of life by some co-operative
+stores.
+
+"Why should Oi give up me only pleasure to keep me wretched life in?  If
+you've anything left worth the keeping shober for, keep shober by all
+means; if not, the sooner you are dhrunk the better--that stands to
+reason."
+
+These letters of his were the most amazing portion of that fortnight.
+They were remarkable for failing to express any single one of his real
+thoughts, but they were full of sentiments which were not what he was
+truly feeling; and when he set himself to analyse, he had such moments of
+delirium that he was scared, and shocked, and quite unable to write
+anything.  He made the discovery that no two human beings ever tell each
+other what they really feel.
+
+There was nothing in that book to startle him or make him think.
+
+And yet they were kind--that is, fairly kind--and clean and quiet in the
+house, except when they laughed, which was often, and at things which
+made him want to howl as a dog howls at music.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+A contemptuous tolerance for people who were not getting on
+Air of knowing everything, and really they knew nothing--nothing
+As if man's honour suffered when he's injured
+Autocratic manner of settling other people's business
+Avoid falling between two stools
+Bad business to be unable to take pride in anything one does
+Begging the question
+Believe without the risk of too much thinking
+Casual charity
+Christian and good Samaritan are not quite the same
+Complacency
+Contrived to throw no light on anything whatever
+Cultured intolerance
+Defying Life to make him look at her
+Denial of his right to have a separate point of view
+Discontent with the accepted
+Don't like unhealthy people
+Easy coarseness which is a mark of caste
+Fresh journey through the fields of thought
+>From a position of security, to watch the sufferings of others
+Good form
+Half a century of sympathy with weddings of all sorts
+Happy as a horse is happy who never leaves his stall
+Her splendid optimism, damped him
+How fine a thing is virtue
+Hypnotised and fascinated even by her failings
+I never managed to begin a hobby
+If tongue be given to them, the flavour vanishes from ideas
+If you can't find anything to make you laugh, pretend you do
+Kissed a strange, cold, frightened look, into her eyes
+Lacked-feelers
+Like a scolded dog, he kept his troubled watch upon her face
+Man who never rebuked a servant
+Misgivings which attend on casual charity
+Moral asthma
+Moral Salesman
+Moral steam-roller had passed over it
+Morality-everybody's private instinct of self-preservation
+Morals made by men
+Never felt as yet the want of any occupation
+No two human beings ever tell each other what they really feel
+Not his fault that half the world was dark
+Nothing in that book to startle him or make him think
+Of course!  The words seemed very much or very little
+One from whom the half of life must be excluded
+Overwork personified
+Potent law of hobbies controlled the upper classes
+Professional intolerance
+Putting into words things that can't be put in words
+Secret that her eyes were not his eyes
+Settled down to complete the purchase of his wife.
+She had not resisted, but he had kissed the smile away
+Sign of private moral judgment was to have lost your soul
+Something new, and spiced with tragic sauce
+Supplied with their convictions by Society
+Sympathy that has no insight
+To do nothing is unworthy of a man!
+Too "smart" to keep their heads for long above the water
+Truth 's the very devil
+Unconscious that they themselves were funny to others
+Weighty dignity of attitude
+Well, I don't want to see the gloomy side
+What humbugs we all are
+What they do not understand they dread and they despise
+What's called virtue is nearly always only luck
+When we begin to be real, we only really begin to be false
+Words the Impostors
+
+
+
+
+THE COUNTRY HOUSE
+/gutenberg/etext01/chous10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+You want to build before you've laid your foundations," said Mr. Paramor.
+"You let your feelings carry you away.
+
+Next to him was Mrs. Hussell Barter, with that touching look to be seen
+on the faces of many English ladies, that look of women who are always
+doing their duty, their rather painful duty; whose eyes, above cheeks
+creased and withered, once rose-leaf hued, now over-coloured by strong
+weather, are starry and anxious; whose speech is simple, sympathetic,
+direct, a little shy, a little hopeless, yet always hopeful; who are ever
+surrounded by children, invalids, old people, all looking to them for
+support; who have never known the luxury of breaking down.
+
+The Rector, who practically never suffered, disliked the thought and
+sight of others' suffering.  Up to this day, indeed, there had been none
+to dislike, for in answer to inquiries his wife had always said "No,
+dear, no; I'm all right--really, it's nothing."  And she had always said
+it smiling, even when her smiling lips were white.  But this morning in
+trying to say it she had failed to smile.  Her eyes had lost their
+hopelessly hopeful shining, and sharply between her teeth she said: "Send
+for Dr. Wilson, Hussell."
+
+Man who, having turned all social problems over in his mind, had decided
+that there was no real safety but in the past.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Admiration:  Love of admiration plays old Harry with women
+Careless pity of the young for the old
+Clothes were unostentatiously perfect
+Decreed of mothers that their birth pangs shall not cease
+Desired his emotion to be forgotten
+Did not intend to think of the future--present is bad enough
+Have never known the luxury of breaking down
+Head had been rendered somewhat bald by thought
+Hopelessly hopeful
+Imagination he distrusted
+Inborn sense that she had no need to ask for things
+Inconsistency between his theory and his dismay
+Infirmity had been growing on him ever since his marriage
+Just as well be a dog as a girl, for anything anyone tells you
+Man to whom things do not come too easily
+Nature is ironical
+No real safety but in the past
+None of them wished to be the first to speak
+Only command likely to be obeyed that came into his head
+Only just waiting till to-morrow morning--to kill something
+Pendyces never asked their way to anything
+People won't make allowances for each other
+Perceiving her to be a lady, he went away
+She had been born unconscious of her neighbours' scrutinies
+Stumbling its little way along with such blind certainty
+Taken its stand  no sooner than it must, no later than it ought
+That which a well-bred woman leaves unanswered
+Things that people do get about before they've done them!
+Thrilling at the touch of each other's arms
+What does 'without prejudice' in this letter mean?
+Women who are always doing their duty, their rather painful duty
+You want to build before you've laid your foundations
+
+
+
+
+FRATERNITY
+/gutenberg/etext01/frtrn10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Hilary was no young person, like his niece or Martin, to whom everything
+seemed simple; nor was he an old person like their grandfather, for whom
+life had lost its complications.
+
+This tragedy of a woman, who wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power
+of loving her in the man, had gone on year after year.
+
+The sentiment that men call honour is of doubtful value.
+
+Hilary, who, it has been seen, lived in thoughts about events rather than
+in events themselves.
+
+By love I mean the forgetfulness of self.  Unions are frequent in which
+only the sexual instincts, or the remembrance of self, are roused.
+
+Little things are all big with the past, of whose chain they are the
+latest links, they frequently produce what apparently are great results.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Aches to construct something ere he die
+By love I mean the forgetfulness of self
+Cheapness of this verbiage
+Delighting in the present moment
+Distrust of her own feelings to give way to them completely
+"Each of us," he said, "has a shadow in those places."
+Fear of meddling too much, of not meddling enough
+Governed by ungovernable pride
+Habit of thinking for himself
+Human heart," he murmured, "is the tomb of many feelings."
+I never suspected him of goin' to live
+I will not consent to be a drag on anyone
+"If I practise hard," he murmured, "I shall master it."
+Immoral to hurt anybody but himself.
+Little things are all big with the past
+Lived in thoughts about events rather than in events themselves
+Love for open air and facts
+Low opinion of human nature
+Man abstracted, faintly contemptuous of other forms of life
+One's got to draw the line."  "Ah!" said Cecilia; "where?"
+Pabulum of varying theories of future life
+Pass out of the country of the understanding of the young
+People do miss things when they are old!
+Perversity which she found so conspicuous in her servants
+Placed beyond the realms of want, who speculated in ideas
+Primeval love of stalking
+She struggled loyally with her emotion
+Simple unspiritual natures of delighting in the present moment
+That other mistress with whom he spent so many evening hours
+The Old--for whom life had lost its complications
+The sentiment that men call honour is of doubtful value
+They'll soon have no ankles to reveal
+Thinker meditating upon action
+Ungovernable itch to be appreciated
+Unless--unless they closed their ears, and eyes, and noses
+Wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power of loving
+When alive, have been served with careless parsimony
+You must not laugh at life--that is blasphemy
+"You're worth more," muttered Hilary, "than I can ever give you."
+Young--to whom everything seemed simple
+
+
+
+
+THE PATRICIAN
+/gutenberg/etext01/ptrcn10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Bertie was standing, more inscrutable and neat than ever, in a perfectly
+tied cravatte, perfectly cut riding breeches, and boots worn and polished
+till a sooty glow shone through their natural russet.  Not specially
+dandified in his usual dress, Bertie Caradoc would almost sooner have
+died than disgrace a horse.
+
+Or was it some glimmering perception of the old Greek saying--'Character
+is Fate;' some sudden sense of the universal truth that all are in bond
+to their own natures, and what a man has most desired shall in the end
+enslave him?
+
+And then, of all the awful feelings man or woman can know, she
+experienced the worst: She could not cry!
+
+"A man who gives advice," he said at last, "is always something of a
+fool."
+
+And in queer, cheery-looking apathy--not far removed perhaps from
+despair--he sat, watching the leaves turn over and fall.
+
+"That's the trouble.  He suffers from swollen principles--only wish he
+could keep them out of his speeches."
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Asked no better fate than to have every minute occupied
+Awe-inspiring thing, the power of scandal
+Better, sir, it should run a risk than have no risk to run
+Cheery-looking apathy--not far removed perhaps from despair
+Contrivances that hold even the best of women together
+Could not cry!
+Detached, and perhaps sarcastic face
+Electors, who, finding uncertainty distasteful
+Excellent manners that have no mannerisms
+Faculty of not being bored with his own society
+Feeling of irritation which so rapidly attacks the old
+Few things that matter, but they matter very much
+Having that passion for work requiring no initiation
+He suffers from swollen principles
+Horse could ever so far forget himself in such a place
+I won't ever want what you can't give
+If only there were no chains, no walls
+Impossible to get him to look at things in a complicated way
+Insinuations about the private affairs of others
+Insolent poise of those who are above doubts and cares
+Lest they should lose belief in their own strength
+Man who gives advice is a fool
+Man who knows his own mind and is contented with that knowledge
+Mayn't they love each other, if they want?
+Never talked of women, and none talked of women in his presence
+Not being a crying woman, she suffered quietly
+Not going to cry, she wanted time to get over the feeling
+Not necessary to speak in order to sustain a conversation
+Not the man to see what was not intended for him
+Occasionally employing irony, she detested it in others
+Old age was pathetically trying
+People who wanted to meddle with everything
+Royal Family if they were allowed to marry as they liked?
+Scandal.: Simple statements of simple facts
+Secrecy is strength
+Secret spring of certainty
+She experienced the worst: She could not cry!
+Solemn delicious creatures, all front and no behind
+Speech seemed but desecration
+Temperamentally unable to beg anything of anybody
+The boy--for what else was thirty to seventy-six?
+They forgot everything but happiness
+To a woman the preciousness of her reputation was a fiction
+To shut one's eyes, and be happy--was it possible!
+Touching evidences of man's desire to persist for ever
+Trouble of youth lasted on almost to old age
+Unbound as yet by the fascination of fame or fees
+What a man has most desired shall in the end enslave him?
+Withdrawing room
+Would almost sooner have died than disgrace a horse
+
+
+
+
+THE BURNING SPEAR
+/gutenberg/etext01/bsper10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+It was, in fact, that hour of dawn when a shiver goes through the world.
+
+But there are many things we public men would never do if we could see
+them being done.  Fortunately, as a rule we cannot.
+
+I don't want to sacrifice nobody to satisfy my aspirations.  Why?
+Because I've got none.  That's priceless.  Take the Press, take
+Parlyment, take Mayors--all mad on aspirations.  Now it's Free Trade, now
+it's Imperialism; now it's Liberty in Europe; now it's Slavery in
+Ireland; now it's sacrifice of the last man an' the last dollar.  You
+never can tell what aspiration'll get 'em next.  And the 'ole point of an
+aspiration is the sacrifice of someone else.
+
+"All these fellers 'ave got two weaknesses--one's ideas, and the other's
+their own importance.  They've got to be conspicuous, and without ideas
+they can't, so it's a vicious circle.  When I see a man bein'
+conspicuous, I says to meself: 'Gawd 'elp us, we shall want it!'  And
+sooner or later we always do.  I'll tell you what's the curse of the
+world, sir; it's the gift of expressin' what ain't your real feeling.
+And--Lord! what a lot of us 'ave got it!"
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"'adn't an aitch in their eads."
+Curious existences sometimes to be met with, in doing no harm
+Gift of expressin' what ain't your real feeling
+Half-realized insults
+Look at the things they say, and at what really is
+Looked his fellows in the face without seeing what was in it.
+Never ought to take it on 'earsay from the papers
+Point of an aspiration is the sacrifice of somone else
+Would never do if we could see them being done
+
+
+
+
+FIVE SHORT TALES
+/gutenberg/etext01/5tale10.txt
+
+          The First and Last
+          A Stoic
+          The Apple Tree
+          The Juryman
+          Indian Summer of a Forsyte
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+We've got to be kind, and help one another, and not expect too much, and
+not think too much.  That's--all!
+
+And he thought 'Young beggar--wish I were his age!'  The utter injustice
+of having an old and helpless body, when your desire for enjoyment was as
+great as ever!  They said a man was as old as he felt!  Fools!  A man was
+as old as his legs and arms, and not a  day younger.
+
+"I don't believe in believing things because one wants to."
+
+Though she had been told that he was not to come, instinct had kept her
+there; or the pathetic, aching hope against hope which lovers never part
+with.
+
+Full of who knows what contempt of age for youth; and youth for age; the
+old man resenting this young pup's aspiration to his granddaughter; the
+young man annoyed that this old image had dragged him away before he
+wished to go.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"Are you sure you ought, sir?"--"No, but I'm going to."
+Aromatic spirituality
+Attacked his fleas--though he was supposed to have none
+Awaken in one a desire to get up and leave the room
+Be kind, and help one another, and not expect too much
+Blessed capacity of living again in the young
+But it tired him and he was glad to sit down
+But the thistledown was still as death
+By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love
+Charm; and the quieter it was, the more he liked it
+Contempt of age for youth; and youth for age
+Did not mean to try and get out of it by vulgar explanation
+Did not want to be told of an infirmity
+Dislike of humbug
+Don't believe in believing things because one wants to.
+Early morning does not mince words
+Fatigued by the insensitive, he instinctively avoided fatiguing
+Felt nearly young
+Forgiven me; but she could never forget
+Forsytes always bat
+Had learned not to be a philosopher in the bosom of his family
+Hard-mouthed women who laid down the law
+He could not plead with her; even an old man has his dignity
+He had not wavered in the usual assumption of omniscience
+He saw himself reflected. An old-looking chap
+Health--He did not want it at such cost
+How long a starving man could go without losing his self-respect
+If only she weren't quite so self-contained
+Injustice of having an old and helpless body
+Instinctive rejection of all but the essential
+Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say youself
+Keep a stiff lip until you crashed, and then go clean!
+Life wears you out--wears you out.
+Little notion of how to butter her bread
+Living on his capital
+Longing to escape in generalities beset him.
+Love has no age, no limit; and no death
+More spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar
+No money!  What fate could compare with that?
+Nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off
+"Oh!  Isn't money horrible, Guardy?"--"The want of it."
+Old men learn to forego their whims
+One cannot see the havoc oneself is working
+One who has never known a struggle with desperation
+One's never had enough
+Only Time was good for sorrow
+Pathetic, aching hope against hope which lovers never part with
+Piety which was just sexual disappointment
+Poor old man, let um have his pleasure.
+Poor shaky chap.  All to pieces at the first shot!
+Reward--what you can get for being good
+Selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him
+Sense of justice stifled condemnation
+Servants knew everything, and suspected the rest
+She used to expect me to say it more often  than I felt it
+'So we go out!' he thought. 'No more beauty! Nothing?'
+Sorrowful pleasure
+Spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown
+Surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea
+Swivel chairs which give one an advantage
+That dog was a good dog.
+The soundless footsteps on the grass!
+There was no one in any sort of authority to notice him
+Waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul.
+Weighing you to the ground with care and love
+What he wanted, though much, was not quite all that mattered
+Whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom
+With the wisdom of a long life old JoIyon did not speak
+Wonderful finality about a meal
+
+
+
+
+ESSAYS AND STUDIES:
+
+INN OF TRANQUILITY
+/gutenberg/etext01/inntr10.txt
+
+          Inn of Tranquillity
+          Magpie over the Hill
+          Sheep-shearing
+          Evolution
+          Riding in the Mist
+          The Procession
+          A Christian
+          Wind in the Rocks
+          My Distant Relative
+          The Black Godmother
+
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+This air so crystal clear, so far above incense and the narcotics of set
+creeds, and the fevered breath of prayers and protestations.
+
+Those whose temperaments and religions show them all things so plainly
+that they know they are right and others wrong?
+
+For if they do not find it ridiculous to feel contempt, they are
+perfectly right to feel contempt, it being natural to them; and you have
+no business to be sorry for them, for that is, after all, only your
+euphemism for contempt.
+
+The cause of atrocities is generally the violence of Fear.  Panic's at
+the back of most crimes and follies.
+
+Civilisation, so possessed by a new toy each day that she has no time to
+master its use--naive creature lost amid her own discoveries!
+
+For there was in his smile the glamour of adventure just for the sake of
+danger; all that high instinct which takes a man out of his chair to
+brave what he need not.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+A little bit of continuity
+Above incense and the narcotics of set creeds
+Adventure just for the sake of danger
+Affairs of the nation moved him so much more strongly than his
+And we, too, some day would no longer love
+Discovery that we were not yet dead
+Dog that swam when it did not bark
+Ecstasy of hot recklessness to the clutching of chill fear
+Elation of those who set out before the sun has risen
+Fear!  It's the black godmother of all damnable things
+It's the thing comin' on you, and no way out of it
+Not one little "I" breathed here, and loved!
+O God, what things man sees when he goes out without a gun
+Panic's at the back of most crimes and follies,
+Passion is atrophied from never having been in use
+Perfect marvel of disharmony
+Quality of silence
+Sorrow don't buy bread
+Sorry--euphemism for contempt
+Temperaments and religions show them all things so plainly,
+To and fro with their usual sad energy
+Watching over her with eyes that seemed to see something else
+What Earth had been through in her time
+You think it's worse, then, than it used to be?
+
+
+
+
+QUALITY
+/gutenberg/etext01/qualt10.txt
+
+          Quality
+          The Grand Jury
+          Gone
+          Threshing
+          That Old-Time Place
+          Romance--Three Gleams
+          Memories
+          Felicity
+
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"Isn't it awfully hard to do, Mr. Gessler?"-- And his answer, given with
+a sudden smile from out of the sardonic redness of his beard: "Id is an
+Ardt!"
+
+And his working coat so ragged that it would never cling to him but for
+pure affection. -- To watch him even now makes one feel how terrible is
+that dumb grief which has never learned to moan.
+
+Words--those poor husks of sentiment!
+
+For work in the country does not wait on illness--even death claims from
+its onlookers but a few hours, birth none at all, and it is as well; for
+what must be must, and in work alone man rests from grief.
+
+A private grudge against Time and a personal pleasure in finishing this
+job.
+
+Full day has come again.  But the face of it is a little strange, it is
+not like yesterday.  Queer--to think, no day is like to a day that's past
+and no night like a night that's coming!  Why, then, fear death, which is
+but night?  Why care, if next day have different face and spirit?
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Blindfolded by its own history
+Comfortable reassurance that one was still his client
+Dumb grief which has never learned to moan
+Gilt-edged orthodoxy
+Glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others
+He have all the pleasure, I have all the work
+He was asleep, for he knew not remorse
+In work alone man rests from grief
+Kind of sporting energy, a defiant spurt
+Meaning what one says, so necessary to keep dogs virtuous
+Private grudge against Time
+Rhythmic nothingness
+Such were only embroideries of Fate
+Suddenly he sat down to make sure of his own legs
+Unholy interest in thus dealing with the lives of my fellow men
+Why, then, fear death, which is but night?
+Words--those poor husks of sentiment!
+
+
+
+
+CONCERNING LETTERS
+/gutenberg/etext01/cnlet10.txt
+
+          Concerning Letters
+          A Novelist's Allegory
+          Some Platitudes Concerning Drama
+          Meditation on Finality
+          Wanted--Schooling
+          On Our Dislike of Things as They Are
+          The Windlestraw
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+The dreamer spoke to her: "Who are you, standing there in the darkness
+with those eyes that I can hardly bear to look at?  Who are you?"-- And
+the woman answered: "Friend, I am your Conscience; I am the Truth as best
+it may be seen by you.  I am she whom you exist to serve."
+
+A gleam of light, like a faint moonbeam, stole out into the garden of his
+despair.
+
+Nothing, however, is more dubious than the way in which these two words
+"pessimist" and "optimist" are used; for the optimist appears to be he
+who cannot bear the world as it is, and is forced by his nature to
+picture it as it ought to be, and the pessimist one who cannot only bear
+the world as it is, but loves it well enough to draw it faithfully.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Conscience; I am the Truth as best it may be seen by you
+Garden of his despair
+I am myself the Public
+Often turned it from a picture into a caricature
+"Pessimist" and "optimist"
+Told, and therefore must believe
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT CENSORSHIP AND VAGUE THOUGHTS ON ART
+/gutenberg/etext01/cnart10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+And I agree that this rhythmic relation of part to part, and part to
+whole--in short, vitality--is the one quality inseparable from a work of
+Art.  For nothing which does not seem to a man possessed of this rhythmic
+vitality, can ever steal him out of himself.
+
+The active amusements and relaxations of life can only rest certain of
+our faculties, by indulging others; the whole self is never rested save
+through that unconsciousness of self, which comes through rapt
+contemplation of Nature or of Art.
+
+And, here and there, amid the disasters and wreckage of their voyages of
+discovery, they will find something new, some fresh way of embellishing
+life, or of revealing the heart of things.
+
+Beauty!  An awkward word--a perpetual begging of the question; too
+current in use, too ambiguous altogether; now too narrow, now too wide--a
+word, in fact, too glib to know at all what it means.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+An age must always decry itself and extol its forbears
+Art is greater than Life
+Art that does not distract them without causing them to think
+Beauty!  An awkward word--a perpetual begging of the question
+Certainty
+Death may be the end of man, or Death may be nothing
+Everything is worth the doing well
+Freedom from the dull tedium of responsibility
+Introspection causes discomfort
+It is not my profession to know things for certain
+Itch to get outside ourselves
+Know things for certain
+Lost all the good of the old, and given us nothing in its place
+Replaces within me interest in myself by interest in itself
+Rhythmic relation of part to part, and part to whole,
+Spurious glamour is inclined to gather around what is new
+Superlative, instead of a comparative, clarity of vision
+Those whose sacred suns and moons are ever in the past
+Time is essential to the proper placing and estimate of all Art
+Tomorrow only can tell us which is which
+Truth admits but the one rule: No deficiency, and no excess
+Turgenev a realist?  No greater poet ever wrote in prose
+Unconsciousness of self
+Vitality--the one quality inseparable from a work of Art
+When a thing is new how shall it be judged?
+
+
+
+
+PLAYS:  FIRST SERIES:
+
+THE SILVER BOX
+/gutenberg/etext01/silbx10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+I've no patience with your talk of reform--all that nonsense about social
+policy.  We know perfectly well what it is they want; they want things
+for themselves.  Those Socialists and Labour men are an absolutely
+selfish set of people.  They have no sense of patriotism, like the upper
+classes; they simply want what we've got.
+
+I quite agree with what this man says: Education is simply ruining the
+lower classes.  It unsettles them, and that's the worst thing for us all.
+I see an enormous difference in the manner of servants.
+
+He 's not a bad man really.  Sometimes he'll speak quite kind to me, but
+I've stood so much from him, I don't feel it in me to speak kind back,
+but just keep myself to myself.
+
+
+
+
+JOY
+/gutenberg/etext01/gljoy10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+If only I could believe I was necessary to you!
+
+Ah, my dear!  We're all the same; we're all as hollow as that tree!  When
+it's ourselves it's always a special case!
+
+Positive cool voice of a young man who knows that he knows everything.
+He is perfectly calm.
+
+They must go their own ways, poor things!  She can't put herself in the
+child's place, and the child can't put herself in Molly's.  A woman and a
+girl--there's the tree of life between them!
+
+Ashamed?  Am I to live all my life like a dead woman because you're
+ashamed?  Am I to live like the dead because you 're a child that knows
+nothing of life?  Listen, Joy, you 'd better understand this once for
+all.  Your Father has no right over me and he knows it.  We 've been
+hateful to each other for years.  Can you understand that?  Don't cover
+your face like a child--look at me.
+
+
+
+
+STRIFE
+/gutenberg/etext01/strif10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+ENID.  [In a changed voice, stroking his sleeve.]  Father, you know you
+oughtn't to have this strain on you--you know what Dr. Fisher said!
+ANTHONY.  No old man can afford to listen to old women.
+
+I am not aware that if my adversary suffer in a fair fight not sought by
+me, it is my fault.  If I fall under his feet--as fall I may--I shall not
+complain.  That will be my look-out--and this is--his.  I cannot
+separate, as I would, these men from their women and children.  A fair
+fight is a fair fight!  Let them learn to think before they pick a
+quarrel!
+
+These are the words of my own son.  They are the words of a generation
+that I don't understand; the words of a soft breed.
+
+It seems the fashion nowadays for men to take their enemy's side.  I have
+not learnt that art.
+
+
+
+
+PLAYS: SECOND SERIES:
+
+THE ELDEST SON
+/gutenberg/etext01/eldsn10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+....whose choleric autocracy is veiled by a thin urbanity.
+
+But I don't see the use in drawin' hard and fast rules.  You only have to
+break 'em.
+
+Yes, I know.  Women always get the worst of these things.  That's
+natural.
+
+Because I'm a rotter in one way, I'm not necessarily a rotter in all.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE DREAM
+/gutenberg/etext01/ldrem10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"You have all the world; and I have nothing."--"Except Felsman, and the
+mountains."--"It is not good to eat only bread."
+
+The life of men in crowds is mine--of lamplight in the streets at dawn.
+[Softly]  I have a thousand loves, and never one too long.
+
+There is religion so deep that no man knows what it means.  There is
+religion so shallow, you may have it by turning a handle.  We have
+everything.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTICE
+/gutenberg/etext01/justc10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+According to you, no one would ever prosecute.
+
+"I shouldn't be surprised if he was tempted."--"Life's one long
+temptation...."
+
+But is a man to be lost because he is bred and born with a weak
+character?  Gentlemen, men like the prisoner are destroyed daily under
+our law for want of that human insight which sees them as they are,
+patients, and not criminals.  If the prisoner be found guilty, and
+treated as though he were a criminal type, he will, as all experience
+shows, in all probability become one.
+
+
+
+
+PLAYS: THIRD SERIES:
+
+THE FUGITIVE
+/gutenberg/etext01/fugtv10.txt
+
+An upright, well-groomed, grey-moustached, red-faced man of sixty-seven,
+with a keen eye for molehills, and none at all for mountains.
+
+Blessed be the respectable!  May they dream of--me!  And blessed be all
+men of the world!  May they perish of a surfeit of--good form!
+
+Besides, I oughtn't to have married if I wasn't going to be happy.  You
+see, I'm not a bit misunderstood or ill-treated.  It's only....
+
+Very likely--the first birds do.  But if she drops half-way it's better
+than if she'd never flown.  Your sister, sir, is trying the wings of her
+spirit, out of the old slave market.  For women as for men, there's more
+than one kind of dishonour, Captain Huntingdon, and worse things than
+being dead.
+
+Do you know, Clare, I think it's awful about you!  You're too fine, and
+not fine enough, to put up with things; you're too sensitive to take
+help, and you're not strong enough to do without it.  It's simply tragic.
+
+I've often noticed parsons' daughters grow up queer.  Get too much
+morality and rice puddin'.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+>From exchanging ideas to something else, isn't very far
+It isn't to be manufactured, is it?
+Keen eye for molehills, and none at all for mountains
+Love liberty in those who don't belong to us
+Made up my mind to go back to my owner
+May they perish of a surfeit of--good form!
+Never apologize
+Out of the old slave market
+Thorough-bred mongrel
+Too fine, and not fine enough
+
+
+
+
+THE PIGEON
+/gutenberg/etext01/pigon10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Monsieur, you have there the greatest comedy of life!  How anxious are
+the tame birds to do the wild birds good.  [His voice changes.]  For the
+wild birds it is not funny.  There is in some human souls, Monsieur, what
+cannot be made tame.
+
+If she is dead!  What fortune!
+
+I am not good for her--it is not good for simple souls to be with those
+who see things clear.  For the great part of mankind, to see anything--is
+fatal.
+
+To be so near to death has done me good; I shall not lack courage any
+more till the wind blows on my grave.
+
+We wild ones--we know a thousand times more of life than ever will those
+sirs.  They waste their time trying to make rooks white.  Be kind to us
+if you will, or let us alone like Mees Ann, but do not try to change our
+skins.
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Drink certainly changing thine to mine
+How anxious are the tame birds to do the wild birds good
+If she is dead!   What fortune!
+La mort--le grand ami
+Not good for simple souls to be with those who see things clear
+Nothing that gives more courage than to see the irony
+Quiet delight of an English artist actually understood
+Tame birds pluck wild birds naked
+Waste their time trying to make rooks white
+We all have our discrepancies, Vicar
+When all is done, there are always us hopeless ones
+Without that, Monsieur, all is dry as a parched skin of orange
+
+
+
+
+THE MOB
+/gutenberg/etext01/glmob10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+"There are very excellent reasons for the Government's policy."--"There
+are always excellent reasons for having your way with the weak."
+
+"Nations can't let each other alone."--"Big ones could let little ones
+alone."--"If they could there'd be no big ones."
+
+Half-shy, half-bold manners, alternately rude and over polite.
+
+Is a man only to hold beliefs when they're popular?
+
+Mob is just conglomerate essence of simple men.
+
+My country, right or wrong!  Guilty--still my country!
+
+
+LINES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Conglomerate excrescence
+Contradictious eyebrows
+If they could there'd be no big ones
+Law that governs the action of all mobs--the law of Force
+Let no man stand to his guns in face of popular attack
+Nations are bad judges of their honour
+People so wide apart don't love
+Popular opinion is to control the utterances of her politicians
+To fight to a finish; knowing you must be beaten
+We must show Impudence at last that Dignity is not asleep
+
+
+
+
+PLAYS: FOURTH SERIES:
+
+A BIT O' LOVE
+/gutenberg/etext01/bolov10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+But 'tes no yuse espectin' tu much o' this world.  'Tes a funny place.
+
+I never thought to luse 'er.  She never told me 'ow bad she was, afore
+she tuk to 'er bed.  'Tis a dreadful thing to luse a wife, zurr.
+
+A faint smile hovers about his lips that Nature has made rather full and
+he has made thin, as though keeping a hard secret; but his bright grey
+eyes, dark round the rim, look out and upwards almost as if he were being
+crucified.  There is something about the whole of him that makes him seen
+not quite present.  A gentle creature, burnt within.
+
+It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in
+some way or other you're going to get something by it.  We have to love
+because we love loving.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOUNDATIONS
+/gutenberg/etext01/fndat10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+You send 'er the ten bob a week wivaht syin' anyfink, an' she'll fink it
+comes from Gawd or the Gover'ment yer cawn't tell one from t'other in
+Befnal Green.
+
+"She's awfully virtuous, though, isn't she?"--"'Tisn't so much the bein'
+virtuous, as the lookin' it, that's awful."
+
+THE PRESS shakes his head.  Still--it's an easy life!  I've regretted
+sometimes that I didn't have a shot at it myself; influencin' other
+people without disclosin' your identity--something very attractive about
+that.
+
+If I'd bin Prime Minister I'd 'ave 'ad the Press's gas cut 'orf at the
+meter.  Puffect liberty, of course, nao Censorship; just sy wot yer like-
+-an' never be 'eard of no more.
+
+
+
+
+THE SKIN GAME
+/gutenberg/etext01/skgam10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+It takes generations to learn to live and let live.
+
+My dear, I always let people have the last word.  It makes them--feel
+funny.
+
+When we began this fight, we had clean hands--are they clean now?  What's
+gentility worth if it can't stand fire?
+
+When I deceived him, I'd have deceived God Himself--I was so desperate.
+You've never been right down in the mud.  You can't understand what I've
+been through.
+
+Ye talk about good form and all that sort o' thing.  It's just the
+comfortable doctrine of the man in the saddle; sentimental varnish.
+
+
+
+
+SIX SHORT PLAYS:
+
+THE FIRST AND THE LAST
+/gutenberg/etext01/flast10.txt
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT:
+
+Perhaps he was hungry.  I have been hungry: you do things then that you
+would not.
+
+Millions suffer for no mortal reason.
+
+Poor child!  When we die, Wanda, let's go together.  We should keep each
+other warm out in the dark.
+
+I tell you she's devoted.  Did you ever pick up a lost dog?  Well, she
+has the lost dog's love for me.  And I for her; we picked each other up.
+
+We shall be free in the dark; free of their cursed inhumanities.  I hate
+this world--I loathe it!  I hate its God-forsaken savagery; its pride and
+smugness!  Keith's world--all righteous will-power and success.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE MAN
+/gutenberg/etext01/ltman10.txt
+
+We allow more freedom to the individual soul.  Where there's something
+little and weak, we feel it kind of noble to give up to it.  That way we
+feel elevated.
+
+I judge a hero is just a person that'll help another at the expense of
+himself.
+
+I guess you've got to pinch those waiters some to make 'em skip.
+
+I guess you don't know how good you are.
+
+You are typical, sir, of the sentiments of modern Christianity.
+
+
+
+
+FOUR OF THE SIX SHORT PLAYS
+/gutenberg/etext01/shply10.txt
+
+          Hall-Marked
+          Defeat
+          The Sun
+          Punch and Go
+
+PASSAGES FROM THE TEXTS:
+
+Why don't we live, instead of writing of it?  [She points out unto the
+moonlight]  What do we get out of life?  Money, fame, fashion, talk,
+learning?  Yes.  And what good are they?  I want to live!
+
+I don't hate even the English--I despise them.  I despise my people too;
+even more, because they began this war.  Oh! I know that.  I despise all
+the peoples.  Why haf they made the world so miserable--why haf they
+killed all our lives--hundreds and thousands and millions of lives--all
+for noting?
+
+
+
+
+
+End of this Project Gutenberg Etext of Quotations of John Galsworthy
+by David Widger
+