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| Why did she love him? Curious fool - be still - is human love the growth of human will? | | Uncategorized | |
| Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life / Into that moral centaur, man and wife? | | Uncategorized | |
| Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom? | | Uncategorized | |
| Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire -- in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom? | | Uncategorized | |
| With death doomed to grapple, / Beneath this cold slab, he / Who lied in the chapel / Now lies in the Abbey. | | Uncategorized | |
| With just enough of learning to misquote | | Learning | |
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| Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, and daughters sometimes run off with the butler | | Infidelity | |
| Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons. | | Uncategorized | |
| Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think | | Words | |
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| Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim | | Uncategorized | |
| Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire. | | Love; Religious love | |
| Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it | | Jealousy | |
| Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him in soul and aspect as in age: Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim | | Mind | |
| Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind. | | Uncategorized | |
| Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it. | | Uncategorized | |
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