Better be an old maid, a woman with herself as a husband, than the wife of a fool; and Solomon more than hints that all men are fools; and every wise man knows himself to be one.

All the world over, the picturesque yields to the pocketesque.

To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.

My means are sane, my motives and my object mad.

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

How feeble is all language to describe the horrors we inflict upon these wretches, whom we mason up in the cells of our prisons, and condemn to perpetual solitude in the very heart of our population.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale... from hell's heart I stab at thee.