I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way.

There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.

Let us consider under what disadvantages Science has hitherto labored before we pronounce thus confidently on her progress.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

Men have come to such a pass that they frequently starve, not for want of necessaries, but for want of luxuries.

New earths, new themes expect us.

When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb's bleat.