Absolutely, so positively, so almostaggressively truthfulAccount of one's reading is an account ofone's lifeAffections will not be biddenBeginning to grow old with touching courageBook that they are content to know atsecond handChristianity had done nothing to improve moralsand conditionsClemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln ofour literatureComfort from the thought that most things cannotbe helpedContemptible he found our pseudo-equalityCritical vanity and self-righteousnessCritics are in no sense the legislators ofliteratureDespair broke in laughterDickens rescued Christmas from Puritan distrustDidn't reason about their beliefs, butonly arguedDisbeliever in punishments of all sortsEven a day's rest is more than most peoplecan bearEverlasting rock of human credulity and follyExchanging inaudible banalitiesFear of asking too much and the folly of askingtoo littleFor most people choice is a curseForbear the excesses of analysisGift of waiting for things to happenGot out of it all the fun there was in itGovernment is best which governs leastHabit of saying some friendly lying thingHe was not bored because he would not beHe had no time to make moneyHe's so resting
He's the same kind of a man that he was a boyHeighten our suffering by anticipationHeroic liesHis readers trusted and loved himI do not think any man ought to live by an artIf one were poor, one ought to be deservingIf he was half as bad, he would have been toobad to beIncredible in their insipidityIndustrial slaveryLewd literature seems to give a sanction tolewdness in the lifeLie, of course, and did to save others fromgrief or harmLife alone is credible to the youngLivy: Well, if you are to be lost, I want to belost with youLivy Clemens: the loveliest person I haveever seenLuxury of helplessnessMarried Man: after the first start-off hedon't tryMeet here to the purpose of a common ostentationMorbid egotismMy reading gave me no standing among the boysNeatness that brings despairNever paid in anything but hopes of payingNever saw a dead man whom he did not envyNew England necessity of blaming some oneNone of the passions are reasonedNYC, a city where money counts for more andgoes for lessOld man's disposition to speak of hisinfirmitiesPathetic hopefulness
Plain-speaking or Rude SpeakingPraised it enough to satisfy the authorPseudo-realistsPublic wish to be amused rather than edifiedReal artistocracy is above social prejudiceReformers, who are so often tedious andridiculousRefused to see us as we see ourselvesShackles of belief worn so longShe liked to get all she could out of heremotionsSociety interested in a woman's past,not her futureTeach what the
