I noticed, as I had done before, that there was a lull among the mosquitoes about midnight, and that they began again in the morning. Nature is thus merciful. But apparently they need rest as well as we.

Comparatively, tattooing is not the hideous custom which it is called. It is not barbarous merely because the printing is skin-deep and unalterable.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety.