At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.

There will always be romance in the world so long as there are young hearts in it.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

Enthusiasm is the inspiration of everything great. Without it no man is to be feared, and with it none despised.

Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.