 Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. |
| There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath. |
| Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death. |
| Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone? |
| Art is the objectification of feeling. |
| There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities. |
| There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals. |
| They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure. |
| Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land. |
| Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? |
| Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight, is said to be the only truth. Topics: Friendship |
| A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities. |
| Some dying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will shortly trouble us so little for evermore, the poor fellows ought to be indulged. |
| There are times when even the most potent governor must wink at transgression, in order to preserve the laws inviolate for the future. |
| There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke. |
| Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. |
| Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any clergyman try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold, the pulpit, and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister. |
| The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love. |
| Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish? |
| There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. |
