Through the din and desultoriness of noon, even in the most Oriental city, is seen the fresh and primitive and savage nature, in which Scythians and Ethiopians and Indians dwell. What is echo, what are light and shade, day and night, ocean and stars, earthquake and eclipse, there? The works of man are everywhere swallowed up in the immensity of nature. The AEgean Sea is but Lake Huron still to the Indian.

I have a deep sympathy with war; it so apes the gait and bearing of the soul.

The ways in which most men get their living, that is, live, are mere makeshifts, and a shirking of the real business of life,--chiefly because they do not know, but partly because they do not mean, any better.

Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.

Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse.

What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

I will not allow mere names to make distinctions for me, but still see men in herds for all them.