Great Throughts Treasury

"Forbearance of a wise man content to bide his time."

"Found life was not all poetry."

"Gay laugh comes across the abysm of the years."

"General worsening of things, familiar after middle life."

"Generous lover of all that was excellent in literature."

"Gift of waiting for things to happen."

"Glance of the common eye, is and always was the best light"

"God of chance leads them into temptation and adversity."

"Got out of it all the fun there was in it."

"Government is best which governs least."

"Greatest classics are sometimes not at all great."

"Greeting of great impersonal cordiality."

"Grieving that there could be such ire in heavenly minds."

"Habit of saying some friendly lying thing."

"Happy in the indifference which ignorance breeds in us."

"Hard of hearing on one side. But it isn't deafness!"

"Hard to think up anything new."

"Hardly any sort of bloodshed which I would not pardon."

"Harriet Beecher Stowe and the Autocrat clashed upon homeopathy."

"Hate of hate, The scorn of scorn, The love of love."

"He had no time to make money."

"He had always said to himself that there could be no persistence of personality, of character, of identity, of consciousness, except through memory; yet here, to the last implication of temperament, they all persisted. The soul that was passing in its integrity through time without the helps, the crutches, of remembrance by which his own personality supported itself, why should not it pass so through eternity without that loss of identity which was equivalent to annihilation?"

"He might walk home with her if he would not seem to do so."

"He was a youth to the end of his days."

"He was not bored because he would not be."

"He was not constructive; he was essentially observant."

"He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence."

"Heart of youth aching for their stoical sorrows."

"Heighten our suffering by anticipation."

"Her mouth is a honey-blossom, no doubt, as the poet sings; but within her lips, the petals, lurks a cruel bee that stings."

"Heroic lies."

"He's so resting."

"He's the same kind of a man that he was a boy."

"His coming almost killed her, but it was worth it."

"His plays were too bad for the stage, or else too good for it."

"His readers trusted and loved him."

"His remembrance absolutely ceased with an event."

"Historian, who is a kind of inferior realist."

"Hollow hilarities which people use to mask their indifference."

"Hollowness, the hopelessness, the unworthiness of life."

"Honest men are few when it comes to themselves."

"Honesty is difficult."

"Hopeful apathy in his face."

"Hospitable gift of making you at home with him."

"How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?"

"How strange it (the earthquake) must all have seemed to them, here where they lived so safely always! They thought such a dreadful thing could happen to others, but not to them. That is the way!"

"I dare say if you'd asked him plumply what he meant in regard to the young lady, he would have told you - if he knew.'"

"I did not know, and I hated to ask."

"I do not think any man ought to live by an art."

"I fancy you may tell the truth about yourself. But all of it? The black truth, which we all know ourselves in our hearts, or only the whity-brown truth of the pericardium, or the nice, whitened truth of the shirtfront? Even you [Mark Twain] won't tell the black heart's-truth. The man who could do it would be famed to the last day the sun shown upon."