Things common to all, however peculiar in each Those who work too much and those who rest too much Those who have sorrowed deepest will understand this best Times when a man's city was a man's country Tired themselves out in trying to catch up with him To break new ground To be exemplary is as dangerous as to be complimentary Tone was a snuffle expressive of deep-seated affliction Trace no discrepancy between reading his plays and seeing them Tried to like whatever they bade me like True to an ideal of life rather than to life itself Truth is beyond invention Two branches of the novelist's trade: Novelist and Historian Under a fire of conjecture and asseveration Understood when I've said something that doesn't mean anything Unfailing American kindness Unless we prefer a luxury of grief Used to ingratitude from those he helped Vacuous vulgarity Visitors of the more inquisitive sex Vulgarity: bad art to lug it in Walter-Scotticized, pseudo-chivalry of the Southern ideal Want something hard, don't you know; but I want it to be easy Wasted face, and his gay eyes had the death-look We have never ended before, and we do not see how we can end We change whether we ought, or not We see nothing whole, neither life nor art We who have neither youth nor beauty should always expect it We cannot all be hard-working donkeys We did not know that we were poor We're company enough for ourselves What I had not I could hope for without unreason What he had done he owned to, good, bad, or indifferent What makes a better fashion change for a worse What we thought ruin, but what was really release Whatever is established is sacred with those who do not think Whatever choice you make, you are pretty sure to regret it When to be an agnostic was to be almost an outcast When she's really sick, she's better When was love ever reasoned? Whether every human motive was not selfish Wide leisure of a country village Wishes of a mistress who did not know what she wanted Wit that tries its teeth upon everything With all her insight, to have very little artistic sense Women don't seem to belong very much to themselves Women talked their follies and men acted theirs Wonder why we hate the past so?--"It's so damned humiliating!" Wonderful to me how it should remain so unintelligible Words of learned length and thundering sound Work gives the impression of an uncommon continuity Work not truly priced in money cannot be truly paid in money World made up of two kinds of people World seems to always come out at the same hole it went in at! World's memory is equally bad for failure and success Worldlier than the world Worst came it was not half so bad as what had gone before Wrote them first and last in the spirit of Dickens You can't go back to anything You cannot be at perfect ease with a friend who does not joke You may do a great deal (of work), and not get on You marry a man's future as well as his past You were not afraid, and you were not bold; you were just right