College mostly makes people like bladders—just good for nothing but t' hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.

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If a man had got no feelings, it 'ud be as good as a demonstration to listen to what goes on in court; but a tender heart makes one stupid.

If you trust a man, let him be a bachelor-let him be a bachelor.

I daresay she's like the rest o' the women-thinks two and two 'll come to make five, if she cries and bothers enough about it.

These poor silly women-things-they 've not the sense to know it's no use denying what's proved.

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Ah! the women are quick enough-they're quick enough. They know the rights of a story before they hear it, and can tell a man what his thoughts are before he knows 'em himself.

Mrs. Poyser's a terrible woman !-made of needles -made of needles. But I stick to Martin-I shall always stick to Martin. And he likes the needles, God help him! He's a cushion made on purpose for 'em. . . . I don't say th' apple isn't sound at the core; but it sets my teeth on edge-it sets my teeth on edge.

Nonsense! It's the silliest lie a sensible man like you ever believed, to say a woman makes a house comfortable. It's a story got up, because the women are there, and something must be found for 'em to do. I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way; it had better ha' been left to the men-it had better ha' been left to the men. I tell you, a woman 'ull bake you a pie every week of her life, and never come to see that the hotter th' oven the shorter the time. I tell you, a woman 'ull make your porridge every day for twenty years, and never think of measuring the proportion between the meal and the milk a little more or less, she 'll think, doesn't signify: the porridge will be awk'ard now and then if it's wrong, it's summat in the meal, or it's summat in the milk, or it's summat in the water. ... Don't tell me about God having made such creatures to be companions for us! I don't say but He might make Eve to be a companion to Adam in Paradise-there was no cooking to be spoilt there, and no other woman to cackle with and make mischief; though you see what mischief she did as soon as she'd an opportunity. But it's an impious, unscriptural opinion to say a woman's a blessing to a man now; you might as well say adders and wasps, and foxes and wild beasts, are a blessing, when they're only the evils that belong to this state o' probation, which it's lawful for a man to keep as clear of as he can in this life, hoping to get quit of 'em for ever in another-hoping to get quit of 'em for ever in another.

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 aπéрwτos epws, as old Æschylus calls it. There's plenty of ' unloving love' in the world of a masculine kind.

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Sharp!' 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.