I've been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward-it's not what people are used to-it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.

The floods of nonsense printed in the form of critical opinions seem to me a chief curse of the times, a chief obstacle to true culture.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

A good horse makes short miles.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.