Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.

You must get your living by loving. But as it is said of the merchants that ninety-seven in a hundred fail, so the life of men generally, tried by this standard, is a failure, and bankruptcy may be surely prophesied.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.