Self-worship, which is often self-distrust Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution Serene presumption Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins Sham spiritualism Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep She believed friendship practicable between men and women She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She began to feel that this was life in earnest She had a fatal attraction for antiques She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She thought that friendship was sweeter than love She endured meekly, when there was no meekness She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She felt in him a maker of facts She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She herself did not like to be seen eating in public She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She had great awe of the word 'business' She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling She had to be the hypocrite or else--leap She had a thirsting mind She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls She was sick of personal freedom She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She can make puddens and pies She was thrust away because because he had offended Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes Silence was doing the work of a scourge Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Simple obstinacy of will sustained her Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Sinners are not to repent only in words Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Slave of existing conventions Slaves of the priests Sleepless night Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce Small things producing great consequences Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers