Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.

The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvelous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.

The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jewelled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns!

One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning.