Criticism still remains behind all the other literary arts Critics are in no sense the legislators of literature Dawn upon him through a cloud of other half remembered faces Death of the joy that ought to come from work Death's vague conjectures to the broken expectations of life Despair broke in laughter Despised the avoidance of repetitions out of fear of tautology Dickens rescued Christmas from Puritan distrust Dickens is purely democratic Did not feel the effect I would so willingly have experienced Didn't reason about their beliefs, but only argued Dinner was at the old-fashioned Boston hour of two Disbeliever in punishments of all sorts Disposition to use his friends Do not want to know about such squalid lives Dollars were of so much farther flight than now Dull, cold self-absorption Early self-helpfulness of children is very remarkable Effort to do and say exactly the truth, and to find it out Either to deny the substance of things unseen, or to affirm it Encounter of old friends after the lapse of years Enjoying whatever was amusing in the disadvantage to himself Errors of a weak man, which were usually the basest Escaped at night and got into the boy's dreams Espoused the theory of Bacon's authorship of Shakespeare Ethical sense, not the aesthetical sense Even a day's rest is more than most people can bear Everlasting rock of human credulity and folly Exchanging inaudible banalities Express the appreciation of another's fit word Eyes fixed steadfastly upon the future Fact that it is hash many times warmed over that reassures them Fate of a book is in the hands of the women Fear of asking too much and the folly of asking too little Feigned the gratitude which I could see that he expected Felt that this was my misfortune more than my fault Few men last over from one reform to another Fictions subtle effect for good and for evil on the young Flowers with which we garland our despair in that pitiless hour For most people choice is a curse Forbear the excesses of analysis Forbearance of a wise man content to bide his time Found life was not all poetry Gay laugh comes across the abysm of the years General worsening of things, familiar after middle life Generous lover of all that was excellent in literature Gift of waiting for things to happen Glance of the common eye, is and always was the best light God of chance leads them into temptation and adversity Got out of it all the fun there was in it Government is best which governs least Greatest classics are sometimes not at all great Greeting of great impersonal cordiality Grieving that there could be such ire in heavenly minds Habit of saying some friendly lying thing Happy in the indifference which ignorance breeds in us Hard to think up anything new Hard of hearing on one side. But it isn't deafness! Hardly any sort of bloodshed which I would not pardon Harriet Beecher Stowe and the Autocrat clashed upon homeopathy Hate of hate, The scorn of scorn, The love of love