Quotes from Gilbert Parker

Every shot that kills ricochets.

War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle.

When a child is born the mother also is born again.

There is no influence like the influence of habit.

She belongs to a race of delightful women, who never do any harm, whom everybody calls good, and who are very severe on those who do not pretend to be good.

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.

Nothing is so unproductive as the law. It is expensive whether you win or lose.

But paying is part of the game of life: it is the joy of buying that we crave.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

Tomorrow is no man's gift.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.

Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.

There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do. There's no virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted.

It's the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be.

He knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech.

Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

It must be remembered that the sea is a great breeder of friendship. Two men who have known each other for twenty years find that twenty days at sea bring them nearer than ever they were before, or else estrange them.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.