y
Untamed by the normal restraints of a
happy married life
Uses up your misery and makes you tired
(Work)
Vanity is the bane of mankind
Vanity of successful labour
Vanity; and from this much feminine
hatred springs
Very severe on those who do not pretend
to be good
Visions of the artistic
temperament--delight and curse
War is cruelty, and none can make it
gentle
Was not civilisation a mistake
We don't live in months and years, but
just in minutes
We want to get more out of life than
there really is in it
We want every land to do as we do; and
we want to make 'em do it
We grow away from people against our
will
We are only children till we begin to
make our dreams our life
We care so little for real justice
We do what we forbid ourselves to do
We suffer the shames we damn in others
We must live our dark hours alone
We speak with the straight tongue; it
is cowards who lie
We'll lave the past behind us
What fools there are in the world
What is gone is gone. Graves are
idolatry
What is crime in one country, is virtue
in another
What a nice mob you press fellows
are--wholesale scavengers
What'll be the differ a hundred years
from now
Whatever has been was a dream; whatever
is now is real
When a child is born the mother also is
born again
When you strike your camp, put out the
fires
When God permits, shall man despair?
When a man laugh in the sun and think
nothing of evil
Where the light is darkness
Where I should never hear the voice of
the social Thou must
Who knows!
Who can understand a woman?
Who get a morbid enjoyment out of
misery
Who say 'God bless you' in New York!
They say 'Damn you!'
Who never knew self-consciousness
Wit is always at the elbow of want
Without the money brains seldom win
alone
Woman's deepest right and joy and pain
in one--to comfort
Women only admitted to Heaven by the
intercession of husbands
Women are half saints, half fools
Women may leave you in the bright days
Women don't go by evidence, but by
their feelings
World was only the size of four walls
to a sick person
Worth while to have lived so long and
to have seen so much
Would look back and not remember that
she had a childhood
You went north towards heaven and south
towards hell
You have lost your illusions
You never can really overtake a
newspaper lie
You can't take time as the measure of
life
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