Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do Simply to have death renewed every morning Slander ever scorches where it touches Slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving apathy in their train Smiling was part of his equipment So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Solitude fixes our hearts immovably on things Some people are rough with the poor--and proud Some wise men are fools, one way or another Some are hurt in one way and some in another Sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home Soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding Spurting out little geysers of other people's cheap wisdom Still the end of your existence, I rejoined--to be amused? Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick" Struggle of conscience and expediency Surely she might weep a little for herself Suspicion, the bane of sick old age Sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity Sympathy and consolation might be much misplaced Thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid That anxious civility which beauty can inspire That iceberg which most mourners carry in their breasts That he will find the room empty where I am not The Government cherish the Injin much in these days The Injin speaks the truth, perhaps--eye of red man multipies The blind tyranny of the just The soul of goodness in things evil The higher we go the faster we live The gods made last to humble the pride of men--there was rum The world never welcomes its deserters The furious music of death and war was over The tender care of a woman--than many pharmacopoeias The beginning of the end of things was come for him The ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings The friendship of man is like the shade of the acacia The sea is a great breeder of friendship The vague pain of suffered indifference The soul is a great traveller The happy scene of the play before the villain comes in The threshold of an acknowledged love The Barracks of the Free The real business of life is trying to understand each other The world is not so bad as is claimed for it The temerity and nonchalance of despair There is nothing so tragic as the formal There are things we repent of which cannot be repaired There is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury There should be written the one word, "Wait" There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer There is no influence like the influence of habit There is no habit so powerful as the habit of care of others There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do These little pieces of art make life possible They think that if a vote's worth having it's worth paying for They whose tragedy lies in the capacity to suffer greatly Things in life git stronger than we are Things that once charmed charm less Think with the minds of twelve men, and the heart of one woman Think that a woman gives the heart for pleasant weather only?