One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

There are two places in the world where men can most effectively disappear - the city of London and the South Seas.

Prayer draws us near to our own souls.

That mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true--not true, or undeveloped.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

Let us pray that the great historic tragedy of our time may not have been enacted without instructing our whole beloved country through terror and pity; and may fulfillment verify in the end those expectations which kindle the bards of Progress and Humanity.