He who goes oftenest round Cape Horn goes the most circumspectly.

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

Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.

Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor

In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.

All Profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by Silence... Silence is the general consecration of the universe. Silence is the invisible laying on of the Divine Pontiff's hands upon the world. Silence is at once the most harmless and the most awful thing in all nature. It speaks of the Reserved Forces of Fate. Silence is the only Voice of our God.

There is something in us, somehow, that, in the most degraded condition, we snatch at a chance to deceive ourselves into a fanciedsuperiority to others, whom we suppose lower in the scale than ourselves.