...that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.

Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols.

Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.

Book! You lie there; the fact is, you books must know your places. You'll do to give us the bare words and facts, but we come in to supply the thoughts.