Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.

I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.

A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it.

In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.

The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. We live a while in Boston, and then a while in New York, and then, perhaps, turn up at Cincinnati. Scarcely any body with us is living where they expect to live and die. The man that dies in the house he was born in is a wonder. There is something pleasant in the permanence and repose of the English family estate, which we, in America, know very little of.

There is more done with pens than with swords.