Gilbert Parker
Gilbert Parker
Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet PC, known as Gilbert Parker, Canadian novelist and British politician, was born at Camden East, Addington, Ontario, the son of Captain J. Parker, R.A...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPolitician
Date of Birth23 November 1862
men thinking should-have
Every man should have laws of his own, I should think; commandments of his own, for every man has a different set of circumstances wherein to work - or worry.
shots ricochet
Every shot that kills ricochets.
clever thinking people
It's the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be.
song sweet pain
The music throbbed in a voice of singular and delicate power; the air was resonant with melody, love and pain. The meanest Italian in the gallery far up beneath the ceiling, the most exalted of the land in the boxes and the stalls, leaned indulgently forward, to be swept by this sweet storm of song.
fall want credit
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.
morning heart men
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.
friendship men years
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.
broken-heart pride broken-love
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.
i-love-you heart thee
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.
memories men worst-enemy
Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.
games joy buying
But paying is part of the game of life: it is the joy of buying that we crave.
stars distance eye
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars, its feet for the swords; it continueth, though an army lay waste the pasture; it comforteth when there are no medicines; it hath the relish of manna; and by it do men live in the desert.
may ends
That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.
men tomorrow
Tomorrow is no man's gift.