He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.