I love.html">love that love in which I married him
Lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins
Man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives
Rewarded for its mistakes
Struggle of conscience and expediency
We'll lave the past behind us
PARABLES OF A PROVINCE, by G. Parker, [GP#69][gp69w10.txt]6142
Counsel of the overwise to go jolting through the soul
When a child is born.html">born the mother also is born again
He has wheeled his nuptial bed.html">bed into the street.html">street
I am/am.html">am only myself when I am drunk
Liquor makes me human
So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions
Who knows!
Suspicion, the bane of sick old age
Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame?
Pathetically in earnest
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#73][gp73w10.txt]6146
A left-handed boy is all right in the world
Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom
Importunity with discretion was his motto
Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#74][gp74w10.txt]6147
good.html">good.html">good.html">good.html">Good fathers think.html">think they have good daughters
THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#75][gp75w10.txt]6148
Youth is the only comrade for youth
Always hoping the best from the worst of us
Good fathers think they have good daughters
He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street
He had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves
I have a good memory for forgetting
I should remember to forget it
In all secrets there is a kind of guilt
It is good to live, isn't it?
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