PG EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: 

    Absence of distinction
    Advertising
    Aim at nothing higher than the amusement of your readers
    Anise-seed bag
    Any man’s country could get on without him
    Begun to fight with want from their cradles
    Blasts of frigid wind swept the streets
    Clemens is said to have said of bicycling
    Could not, as the saying is, find a stone to throw at a dog
    Disbeliever in punishments of all sorts
    Do not want to know about such squalid lives
    Early self-helpfulness of children is very remarkable
    Encounter of old friends after the lapse of years
    Even a day’s rest is more than most people can bear
    Eyes fixed steadfastly upon the future
    Face that expresses care, even to the point of anxiety
    For most people choice is a curse
    General worsening of things, familiar after middle life
    Happy in the indifference which ignorance breeds in us
    Hard to think up anything new
    Heart of youth aching for their stoical sorrows
    Heighten our suffering by anticipation
    If one were poor, one ought to be deserving
    Lascivious and immodest as possible
    Literary spirit is the true world-citizen
    Look of challenge, of interrogation, almost of reproof
    Malevolent agitators
    Meet here to the purpose of a common ostentation
    Neatness that brings despair
    Noble uselessness
    Openly depraved by shows of wealth
    People have never had ideals, but only moods and fashions
    People might oftener trust themselves to Providence
    People of wealth and fashion always dissemble their joy
    Plagiarism carries inevitable detection with it
    Pure accident and by its own contributory negligence
    Refused to see us as we see ourselves
    Should be very sorry to do good, as people called it
    So many millionaires and so many tramps
    So touching that it brought the lump into my own throat
    Solution of the problem how and where to spend the summer
    Some of it’s good, and most of it isn’t
    Some of us may be toys and playthings without reproach
    Superiority one likes to feel towards the rich and great
    Take our pleasures ungraciously
    The old and ugly are fastidious as to the looks of others
    They are so many and I am so few
    Those who decide their fate are always rebelling against it
    Those who work too much and those who rest too much
    Unfailing American kindness
    Visitors of the more inquisitive sex
    We cannot all be hard-working donkeys
    We who have neither youth nor beauty should always expect it
    Whatever choice you make, you are pretty sure to regret it