Awkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemiesCarrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's loveFreedom is the first essential of the artistic mindI was born insolentKnowing that his face would never be turned from meLikenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animalLonged to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of childrenMeditation is the enemy of actionMy excuses were making bad infernally worseNothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eyeShe wasn't young, but she seemed soThe Barracks of the FreeThe gods made last to humble the pride of men--there was rumThe soul of goodness in things evilTime is the test, and Time will have its way with meWhere I should never hear the voice of the social Thou mustPIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#03][gp03w10.txt]6075Delicate revenge which hath its hour with every manGood is often an occasion more than a conditionHe does not love Pierre; but he does not pretend to love himIt is not Justice that fills the gaols, but LawIt is not much to kill or to die--that is in the gameMen and women are unwittingly their own executionersNoise is not battleShe was beginning to understand that evil is not absoluteThe Government cherish the Injin much in these daysPIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#04][gp04w10.txt]6076At first--and at the last--he was kindCourage; without which, men are as the standing strawEvil is half-accidental, half-naturalFascinating colour which makes evil appear to be goodHad the luck together, all kinds and all weathersHunger for happiness is robberyIf one remembers, why should the other forgetInstinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sidesMothers always forgiveThe higher we go the faster we liveThe Injin speaks the truth, perhaps--eye of red man multipiesThe world is not so bad as is claimed for itWhatever has been was a dream; whatever is now is realYou do not shout dinner till you have your knife in the loafPIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#05][gp05w10.txt]6077Irishmen have gifts for only two things--words and womenMore idle than wickedReconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another hasPIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#06][gp06w10.txt]6078An inner sorrow is a consuming firePhilosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigiousRemember your own sins before you charge othersPIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE, by Parker, Complete [GP#07][gp07w10.txt]6079An inner sorrow is a consuming fireAt first--and at the last--he was kindAwkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemiesCarrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's loveCourage; without which, men are as the standing strawDelicate revenge which hath its hour with every manEvil is half-accidental, half-naturalFascinating colour which makes evil appear to be goodFreedom is the first essential of the artistic mindGood is often an occasion more than a conditionHad the luck together, all kinds and all weathersHe does not love Pierre; but he does not pretend to love himHunger for happiness is robberyI was born insolentIf one remembers, why should the other forgetInstinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sidesIrishmen have gifts for only two things--words and womenIt is not Justice that fills the gaols, but LawIt is not much to kill or to die--that is in the gameKnowing that his face would never be turned from meLikenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animalLonged to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of childrenMeditation is the enemy of actionMen and women are unwittingly their own executionersMore idle than wickedMothers always forgiveMy excuses were making bad infernally worseNoise is not battleNothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eyePhilosophy which could separate the