Pathos of revolt from the colorless rigidities People whom we think unequal to their good fortune People of wealth and fashion always dissemble their joy People have never had ideals, but only moods and fashions Picture which, he said to himself, no one would believe in Plagiarism carries inevitable detection with it Plain-speaking or Rude Speaking Plain industry and plodding perseverance are despised Pointed the moral in all they did Polite learning hesitated his praise Praised it enough to satisfy the author Praised extravagantly, and in the wrong place Prejudice against certain words that I cannot overcome Provisional reprehension of possible shiftlessness Pseudo-realists Public wish to be amused rather than edified Public whose taste is so crude that they cannot enjoy the best Put your finger on the present moment and enjoy it Quiet but rather dull look of people slightly deaf Rapture of the new convert could not last Real artistocracy is above social prejudice Reformers, who are so often tedious and ridiculous Refused to see us as we see ourselves Reparation due from every white to every black man Responsibility of finding him all we have been told he is Rogues in every walk of life Satirical smile with which men witness the effusion of women Secret of the man who is universally interesting Secretly admires the splendors he affects to despise Seen through the wrong end of the telescope Seldom talked, but there came times when he would'nt even listen Self-satisfied, intolerant, and hypocritical provinciality Shackles of belief worn so long She liked to get all she could out of her emotions Should probably have wasted the time if I had not read them Singleness of a nature that was all pose So long as we have social inequality we shall have snobs So refined, after the gigantic coarseness of California So many millionaires and so many tramps Society interested in a woman's past, not her future Sometimes they sacrificed the song to the sermon Somewhat shy of his fellow-men, as the scholar seems always to be. Somewhat too studied grace Sought the things that he could agree with you upon Spare his years the fatigue of recalling your identity Speaks it is not with words and blood, but with words and ink Spit some hapless victim: make him suffer and the reader laugh Standards were their own, and they were satisfied with them Study in a corner by the porch Stupefied by a life of unalloyed prosperity and propriety Stupidly truthful Style is the man, and he cannot hide himself in any garb Submitted, as people always do with the trials of others Sunny gayety of self-forgetfulness Superiority one likes to feel towards the rich and great Take our pleasures ungraciously Teach what they do not know Tediously analytical The old and ugly are fastidious as to the looks of others The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it The great trouble is for the man to be honest with her There is small love of pure literature They are so many and I am so few