The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.

Art may varnish and gild, but it can do no more.

I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals.

How can we expect a harvest of thought who have not had a seedtime of character?

Some are "industrious," and appear to love labor for its own sake, or perhaps because it keeps them out of worse mischief; to suchI have at present nothing to say. Those who would not know what to do with more leisure than they now enjoy, I might advise to work twice as hard as they do,--work till they pay for themselves, and get their free papers.

I suppose you think that persons who are as old as your father and myself are always thinking about very grave things, but I know that we are meditating the same old themes that we did when we were ten years old, only we go more gravely about it.

I have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot.