THE WRITINGS OF WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
Absolutely, so positively, so almost
aggressively truthful
Account of one's reading is an account of
one's life
Affections will not be bidden
Beginning to grow old with touching courage
Book that they are content to know at
second hand
Christianity had done nothing to improve morals
and conditions
Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of
our literature
Comfort from the thought that most things cannot
be helped
Contemptible he found our pseudo-equality
Critical vanity and self-righteousness
Critics are in no sense the legislators of
literature
Despair broke in laughter
Dickens rescued Christmas from Puritan distrust
Didn't reason about their beliefs, but
only argued
Disbeliever in punishments of all sorts
Even a day's rest is more than most people
can bear
Everlasting rock of human credulity and folly
Exchanging inaudible banalities
Fear of asking too much and the folly of asking
too little
For most people choice is a curse
Forbear the excesses of analysis
Gift of waiting for things to happen
Got out of it all the fun there was in it
Government is best which governs least
Habit of saying some friendly lying thing
He was not bored because he would not be
He had no time to make money
He's so resting
He's the same kind of a man that he was a boy
Heighten our suffering by anticipation
Heroic lies
His readers trusted and loved him
I do not think any man ought to live by an art
If one were poor, one ought to be deserving
If he was half as bad, he would have been too
bad to be
Incredible in their insipidity
Industrial slavery
Lewd literature seems to give a sanction to
lewdness in the life
Lie, of course, and did to save others from
grief or harm
Life alone is credible to the young
Livy: Well, if you are to be lost, I want to be
lost with you
Livy Clemens: the loveliest person I have
ever seen
Luxury of helplessness
Married Man: after the first start-off he
don't try
Meet here to the purpose of a common ostentation
Morbid egotism
My reading gave me no standing among the boys
Neatness that brings despair
Never paid in anything but hopes of paying
Never saw a dead man whom he did not envy
New England necessity of blaming some one
None of the passions are reasoned
NYC, a city where money counts for more and
goes for less
Old man's disposition to speak of his
infirmities
Pathetic hopefulness
Plain-speaking or Rude Speaking
Praised it enough to satisfy the author
Pseudo-realists
Public wish to be amused rather than edified
Real artistocracy is above social prejudice
Reformers, who are so often tedious and
ridiculous
Refused to see us as we see ourselves
Shackles of belief worn so long
She liked to get all she could out of her
emotions
Society interested in a woman's past,
not her future
Teach what they do not know
Somewhat too studied grace
Sunny gayety of self-forgetfulness
Secretly admires the splendors he affects to
despise
Self-satisfied, intolerant, and hypocritical
provinciality
Submitted, as people always do with the trials
of others
Tediously analytical
They are so many and I am so few
Truth is beyond invention
Used to ingratitude from those he helped
Vacuous vulgarity
We did not know that we were poor
We're company enough for ourselves
What we thought ruin, but what was really
release
When she's really sick, she's better
Wonder why we hate the past so?—"It's so
damned humiliating!"
You can't go back to anything
You may do a great deal (of work), and not get on
You marry a man's future as well as his past
You cannot be at perfect ease with a friend who
does not joke