They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.

Everyone knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything cooly is to do it genteelly.

Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.

There's magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.

In metropolitan cases, the love of the most single-eyed lover, almost invariably, is nothing more than the ultimate settling of innumerable wandering glances upon some one specific object.

...in certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

But Captain Vere was now again motionless, standing absorbed in thought. Again starting, he vehemently exclaimed, "Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet that angel must hang!