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when it becomes a catchword
Sought to remove comparisons
St Paul, you say, put us in our proper place
Success—which was really failure
Sunday was then a day essentially different from other days
Taking him like daily bread, to be eaten and not thought about
That abominable word “like”
That magic word Change
The law cannot fit all cases
The weak always sink
The English do not advertise their sorrows
The hours of greatest suffering are the empty hours
The worse the disease, the more remarkable the cure
The days of useless martyrdom are past
The greatest wonders are not at the ends of the earth, but near
Their lines belonged rather to the landscape (cottages)
They have to print something
Thinking isn’t—believing
Thinking that because you have no ideals, other people haven’t
Those who walk on ice will slide against their wills
Thy politics are not over politic
Time, the unbribeable
Tis no so bad it micht-na be waur
To be great is to be misunderstood
Universal suffrage, however, implies individual judgment
Unquenchable conflicts are those waged for ideas and not dollars
Vagueness generally attributed to her sex
Vividly unreal, as a toy village comes painted from the shop
We never can foresee how we may change
We must believe, if we believe at all, without authority
We are always trying to get away from ourselves
We have no control over our affections
We can’t take Christianity too literally
Weak coffee and the Protestant religion seemed inseparable
When our brief span of usefulness is done
Who had learned the lesson of mothers,—how to wait
Whole conception of charity is a crime against civilization
Why should I desire what I cannot have
Within every man’s province to make himself what he will
Ya maun ken th’ incentive’s the maist o’ the battle
You and your religion are as far apart as the poles
Youth is in truth a mystery
Sought to remove comparisons
St Paul, you say, put us in our proper place
Success—which was really failure
Sunday was then a day essentially different from other days
Taking him like daily bread, to be eaten and not thought about
That abominable word “like”
That magic word Change
The law cannot fit all cases
The weak always sink
The English do not advertise their sorrows
The hours of greatest suffering are the empty hours
The worse the disease, the more remarkable the cure
The days of useless martyrdom are past
The greatest wonders are not at the ends of the earth, but near
Their lines belonged rather to the landscape (cottages)
They have to print something
Thinking isn’t—believing
Thinking that because you have no ideals, other people haven’t
Those who walk on ice will slide against their wills
Thy politics are not over politic
Time, the unbribeable
Tis no so bad it micht-na be waur
To be great is to be misunderstood
Universal suffrage, however, implies individual judgment
Unquenchable conflicts are those waged for ideas and not dollars
Vagueness generally attributed to her sex
Vividly unreal, as a toy village comes painted from the shop
We never can foresee how we may change
We must believe, if we believe at all, without authority
We are always trying to get away from ourselves
We have no control over our affections
We can’t take Christianity too literally
Weak coffee and the Protestant religion seemed inseparable
When our brief span of usefulness is done
Who had learned the lesson of mothers,—how to wait
Whole conception of charity is a crime against civilization
Why should I desire what I cannot have
Within every man’s province to make himself what he will
Ya maun ken th’ incentive’s the maist o’ the battle
You and your religion are as far apart as the poles
Youth is in truth a mystery
