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 friendships, 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