Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Startled by the criticism in laughter State of feverish patriotism Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction Statistics are according to their conjurors Steady shakes them Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Strength in love is the sole sincerity Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity Stultification of one's feelings and ideas Style is the mantle of greatness Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Sunning itself in the glass of Envy Suspects all young men and most young women Suspicion was her best witness Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic Sympathy is for proving, not prating Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tears of men sink plummet-deep Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged Tension of the old links keeping us together Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples That beautiful trust which habit gives That a mask is a concealment That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That is life--when we dare death to live! That pit of one of their dead silences That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity The most dangerous word of all--ja The impalpable which has prevailing weight The world is wise in its way The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The infant candidate delights in his honesty The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write The worst of it is, that we remember The old confession, that we cannot cook (The English) The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized