Public itself, which insists on being poisoned Pun is primƒ facie an insult Put coppers on the railroad-tracks Qu'est ce qu'il a fait? What has he done? Quackery and idolatry are all but immortal Question everything Racing horses are essentially gambling implements Rapidity with which ideas grow old in our memories Rather meet three of the scowlers than one of the smilers. Rather longer than usual dressing that morning Regained my freedom with a sigh Religious mental disturbances Remarkably intelligent audience Remarks like so many postage-stamps Returning thanks after a dinner of many courses Ribbon which has strangled so many false pretensions Sad thing to be born a sneaking fellow Saddle-leather is in some respects even preferable Saint may be a sinner that never got down to "hard pan" Saturation-point of each mind differs from that of every other Saying one thing about it and believing another Scientific certainty has no spring in it Scientific knowledge Second story projecting See if the ripe fruit were better or worse Self-assertion, such as free suffrage introduces Self-love is a cup without any bottom Self-made men? Self-unconsciousness of genius Sense of SMELL Sentenced to capital punishment for the crime of living "Sentimentality," which is sentiment overdone "Settler" in the form of a fact or a revolver Several false premises Shake the same bough again She who nips off the end of a brittle courtesy She always laughs and cries in the right places Shut out, not all light, but all the light they do not want Shy of asking questions of those who know enough to destroy SIN has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all Single combats between dead authors and living housemaids Singular inability to weigh the value of testimony Six persons engaged in every dialogue between two Slow to accept marvellous stories and many forms of superstition Small potatoes always get to the bottom. Smiling at present follies So long as a woman can talk, there is nothing she cannot bear So much woman in it,--muliebrity, as well as femineity So much must be pardoned to humanity Society is a strong solution of books Society of Mutual Admiration Sold his sensibilities Some people that think everything pitiable is so funny Some people think that truth and gold are always to be washed for Somebody had been calling him an old man Something she is ashamed of, or ought to be Something better than flowers; it is a seed-capsule Somewhere,-- somewhere,--love is in store for them Stages of life Struggle with the ever-rising mists of delusion Stupidity often saves a man from going mad Style is the man Sudden conviction that I had seen it somewhere Takes very little to spoil everything for writer, talker, lover Talk about those subjects you have had long in your mind Talk, to me, is only spading up the ground for crops of thought Talk without words is half their conversation Talkers who have what may be called jerky minds