But I shall follow the endless, winding way, — the flowing river in the cave of man; careless whither I be led, reckless where I land.

The profound calm which only apparently precedes and prophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself; for indeed, the calm is but the wrapper and envelop of the storm, and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifle holds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion.

Delight,--top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven.

Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.

Of the quaking recruit, three pitched battles make a grim grenadier; and he who shrank from the muzzle of a cannon, is now ready to yield his mustache for a sponge.

Boy, take my advice, and never try to invent any thing but--happiness.

Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.