And I fell violently on my face.

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho' 'tis said by many The "good old times" were far the worst of any, Of which sound Doctrine I believe each tittle Yet still I think these worst a little. I've been a thinking -isn't that the phrase?- I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways - I've been a thinking, whether it were best To Take things seriously, Or all in jest

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

It is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.