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But where's the use of talking to a woman with babbies ? She's got no conscience—no conscienceit's all run to milk.
Let evil words die as soon as they're spoken.
As to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old churchsteeple minds the rooks cawing about it.
I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
The commonest man, who has his ounce of sense and feeling, is conscious of the difference between a lovely, delicate woman, and a coarse one. Even a dog feels a difference in their presence. The man may be no better able than the dog to explain the influence the more refined beauty has on him, but he feels it.
When what is good comes of age and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.
Ah, my boy, it is not only woman's love that is åréporos épws, as old Æschylus calls it. There's plenty of unloving love' in the world of a masculine kind.
yes, Mrs. Poyser's tongue is like a new-set
She's quite original in her talk, too; one of those untaught wits that help to stock a country with proverbs. I told you that capital thing I heard her say about Craig—that he was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. Now that's an Æsop's fable in a sentence.
A man can't very well steal a bank-note unless the bank-note lies within convenient reach : but he won't make us think him an honest man because he begins to howl at the bank-note for falling in his way.
A man can never do anything at variance with his own nature.
He carries within him the germ of his most exceptional action ; and if we wise people make eminent fools of ourselves on any particular occasion, we must endure the legitimate conclusion that we carry a few grains of folly to our ounce of wisdom.
When I've made up my mind that I can't afford to buy a tempting dog, I take no notice of him, because if he took a strong fancy to me, and looked lovingly at me, the struggle between arithmetic and inclination might become unpleasantly severe. I pique myself on my wisdom there."
Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry their terrible consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went before-consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves. And it is best to fix our minds on that certainty, instead of considering what may be the elements of excuse for us.
There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone : you can't isolate yourself, and say that the evil which is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe : evil spreads as necessarily as disease.
It is not for us men to apportion the shares of moral guilt and retribution. We find it impossible to avoid mistakes even in determining who has committed a single criminal act, and the problem how far a man is to be held responsible for the unforeseen consequences of his own deed, is one that might well make us tremble to look into it. The evil consequences that may lie folded in a single act of selfish indulgence, is a thought so awful that it ought surely to awaken some feeling less presumptuous than a rash desire to punish.
It's a deep mystery—the way the heart of man turns to one woman out of all the rest he's seen i' the world, and makes it easier for him to work seven year for her, like Jacob did for Rachel, sooner than have any other woman for th' asking. I often think of them words, ' And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed to him but a few days for the love he had to her. -Seth Bede.
There's nobody but God can control the heart of man.-Seth Bede.
Thee mustna undervally prayer. Prayer mayna bring money, but it brings us what no money can buy
-a power to keep from sin, and be content with God's will, whatever He may please to send.—Seth Bede.
Dinah doesn't hold wi’ them as are for keeping the Society so strict to themselves. She doesn't mind about making folks enter the Society, so as they 're fit t enter the kingdom o' God.-Seth Bede.
I like th’ hills best when the clouds are over your head, and you see the sun shining ever so far off, over the Loamford way, as I've often done o' late, on the stormy days : it seems to me as if that was heaven where there's always joy and sunshine, though this life's dark and cloudy.-Seth Bede.
Eh! well, if the Methodies are fond o' trouble, they're like to thrive : it's a pity they canna ha't all, an' take it away from them as donna like it.—Lisbeth Bede.
Ye canna make the smart less wi' talkin'.-Lisbeth Bede.
One morsel's as good as another when your mouth's out o'taste.—Lisbeth Bede.
I’n got no taste i' my mouth this day—it's all one what I swaller-it's all got the taste o' sorrow wi't.Lisbeth Bede.
Eh, it's poor luck for the platter to wear well when it's broke i' two.—Lisbeth Bede.
Th' hungry foulks had better leave th' hungry country. It makes less mouths for the scant cake.—Lisbeth Bede.
It's ill bringin' up a cade lamb.—Lisbeth Bede.
Thee dostna know ?-nay; how's thee to know ? Th' men ne'er know whether the floor's cleaned or cat-licked.—Lisbeth Bede.
‘Said ?' nay, she'll say nothin'. It's on’y the men as have to wait till folks say things afore they find 'em out.—Lisbeth Bede.
I think it is hardly an argument against a man's general strength of character, that he should be apt to be mastered by love. A fine constitution doesn't insure one against small-pox or any other of those inevitable diseases. A man may be very firm in other matters, and yet be under a sort of witchery from a woman.–Arthur Donnithorne.