leanings to popular caprice
     Satisfy our wants, if we know how to set bounds to them
     Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension
     Scarcely was one scheme launched when another idea occurred
     Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain
     Seeking for a change which can no longer be found
     Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did
     Seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill
     Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for
     Semel insanivimus omnes.’ (every one has his madness)
     Sensible man, who has observed much and speaks little
     Sensitiveness and disposition to self-blame
     Seven who are always the same:  the first is called hope
     She pretended to hope for the best
     She said yes, so as not to say no
     She is happy, since she likes to remember
     She was of those who disdain no compliment
     She pleased society by appearing to find pleasure in it
     She would have liked the world to be in mourning
     She could not bear contempt
     Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage
     Should be punished for not having known how to punish
     Should like better to do an immoral thing than a cruel one
     Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone
     Simple people who doubt neither themselves nor others
     Since she was in love, she had lost prudence
     Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none
     Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself
     Small women ought not to grow stout
     So much confidence at first, so much doubt at las
     So well satisfied with his reply that he repeated it twice
     So strongly does force impose upon men
     Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood
     Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness
     Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past
     Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens
     Speak to me of your love, she said, “not of your grief”
     St. Augustine
     Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness
     Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter
     Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it
     Sufferer becomes, as it were, enamored of his own agony
     Suffering is a human law; the world is an arena
     Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation
     Sullen tempers are excited by the patience of their victims
     Superior men sometimes lack cleverness
     Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works
     Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness
     Surprise goes for so much in what we admire
     Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! 
     Suspicions that are ever born anew
     Sympathetic listening,