SIN has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all Six persons engaged in every dialogue between two Small potatoes always get to the bottom. Smiling at present follies So much must be pardoned to humanity So much woman in it,--muliebrity, as well as femineity Society is a strong solution of books Society of Mutual Admiration Sold his sensibilities Somebody had been calling him an old man Something better than flowers; it is a seed-capsule Something she is ashamed of, or ought to be. Somewhere,-- somewhere,--love is in store for them Stages of life Stupidity often saves a man from going mad Style is the man Sudden conviction that I had seen it somewhere Talk about those subjects you have had long in your mind Talkers who have what may be called jerky minds Talking is like playing on the harp Talking is one of the fine arts Talking shapes our thoughts for us Talking with a dull friend affords great relief Tears that we weep inwardly with unchanging features Temptation of money and fame is too great for young people Tepid and unstimulating expression of enthusiasm Terrible smile Thanklessness of critical honesty That great procession of the UNLOVED The Amen! of Nature is always a flower The house is quite as much the body we live in The race that shortens its weapons lengthens its boundaries The schoolmistress had tried life, too The way to argue down a vice is not to tell lies about it The year eighteen hundred and ever-so-few Their business is not a matter of sympathy, but of intellect There is a higher law in grammar, not to be put down There is almost always at least one key to this side-door There is no elasticity in a mathematical fact Think of the griefs that die unspoken! Think only in single file front this day forward Third vowel as its center This is one of those cases in which the style is the man This is the shortest way,--she said Those who ask your opinion really want your praise Time is a fact To pay up, to own up, and to shut up, if beaten To trifle with the vocabulary Too late!---- "It might have been."----Amen! Travellers change their guineas, but not their characters Triumph of the ciphering hand-organ True state of creative genius is allied to reverie, or dreaming Truth must roll, or nobody can do anything with it Truth's sharp corners get terribly rounded Truths a man carries about with him are his tools Turn over any old falsehood Unadorned and in plain calico Undertakers Unpacks and unfolds incidental illustrations Unpretending mediocrity is good Virtually old when it first makes its appearance Virtue passed through the hem of their parchment Virtues of a sporting man Vulgarism of language Wait awhile! Walls of that larger Inquisition which we call Civilization Want of ideas, want of words, want of manners We always compare ourselves with our contemporaries. We are all theological students We carry happiness into our condition We die out of houses, just as we die out of our bodies