I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.

No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.

Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.

Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.