The grand points in human nature are the same to-day they were a thousand years ago. The only variability in them is in expression, not in feature.

The friendship of fine-hearted, generous boys, nurtured amid the romance-engendering comforts and elegancies of life, sometimes transcends the bounds of mere boyishness, and revels for a while in the empyrean of a love which only comes short, by one degree, of the sweetest sentiment entertained between the sexes.

Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!

If you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.

No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses.

Is it possible, after all, that spite of bricks and shaven faces, this world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all mankind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?

Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.