Gilbert Parker

Gilbert Parker

Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet (23 November 1862 – 6 September 1932), known as Gilbert Parker, was a Canadian novelist and British politician. The best of his novels are those in which he first took for his subject the history and life of the French Canadians; and his permanent literary reputation rests on the fine quality, descriptive and dramatic, of his Canadian stories.

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Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.

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

Love knows not distance, it hath no continent, its eyes are for the stars.

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

For when a child is born, the mother also is born again.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Every shot that kills ricochets.

The real business of life is trying to understand each other.

Tomorrow is no man's gift.

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.

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

He came by a leap to the goal of purpose not by the toilsome steps of reason. On the instant his headlong spirit declared his purpose: this was the one being for him in all the world: at this altar he would light a lamp of devotion and keep it burning forever.

War is cruelty and none can make it gentle.

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

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