The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

By a conscious effort of the mind we can stand aloof from actions and their consequences; and all things, good and bad, go by us like a torrent.

It is a very true and expressive phrase, "He looked daggers at me," for the first pattern and prototype of all daggers must have been a glance of the eye.... It is wonderful how we get about the streets without being wounded by these delicate and glancing weapons, a man can so nimbly whip out his rapier, or without being noticed carry it unsheathed. Yet it is rare that one gets seriously looked at.

Friendship is evanescent in every man's experience, and remembered like heat lightning in past summers.

Nature has left nothing to the mercy of man.

The authority of government . . . can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it.