In the ages since Adam's marriage, it has been good for some men to be alone, and for some women also.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

It's a father's duty to give his sons a fine chance.

With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

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.

Genius ... is necessarily intolerant of fetters.