When my eye rested on an arid height, spirit partook of the barrenness. - Heartily wish Niebuhr & Strauss to the dogs. The deuce take their penetration & acumen. They have robbed us of the bloom.

for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men

Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great. Failure is the true test of greatness. And if it be said, that continual success is a proof that a man wisely knows his powers,--it is only to be added, that, in that case, he knows them to be small.

Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.