All life seems to be sacred except
human life
Always trying to build a house by
beginning at the top
Believed it; because she desired to
believe it
Best intentions and the frailest
resolution
But it is an ill-wind that blows nobody
good
But there are liars everywhere this
year
Cayote is a living, breathing allegory
of Want
Children were clothed in nothing but
sunshine
Contempt of Court on the part of a
horse
Fertile in invention and elastic in
conscience
Fun—but of a mild type
Grief that is too deep to find help in
moan or groan or outcry
Haughty humility
I was not scared, but I was
considerably agitated
I had a delicacy about going home and
getting thrashed
If the man doesn’t believe as we do, we
say he is a crank
Imagination to help his memory
Invariably allowed a half for shrinkage
in his statements
It used to be a good hotel, but that
proves nothing
It is easier to stay out than get out
It had cost something to upholster
these women
Keg of these nails—of the true cross
Let me take your grief and help you
carry it
Life a vanity and a burden, and the
future but a way to death
Man is the only animal that blushes—or
needs to
Man was not a liar he only missed it by
the skin of his teeth
Money is most difficult to get when
people need it most
Native canoe is an irresponsible
looking contrivance
No people who are quite so vulgar as
the over-refined ones
No nation occupies a foot of land that
was not stolen
Nothing that glitters is gold
Notion that he is less savage than the
other savages
Nursed his woe and exalted it
Ostentatious of his modesty
Otherwise they would have thought I was
afraid, which I was
People talk so glibly of “feeling,”
“expression,” “tone,”
Pity is for the living, Envy is for the dead
Predominance of the imagination over
the judgment
Profound respect for chastity—in other
people
Prosperity is the best protector of
principle
Received with a large silence that
suggested doubt
Road, which did not seem to know its
own mind exactly
Room to turn around in, but not to
swing a cat
Scenery in California requires distance
Seventy is old enough—after that,
there is too much risk
Sleep that heals all heart-aches and
ends all sorrows
Slept, if one might call such a
condition by so strong a name
