Will you, or will you not, quit me? I now demanded in a sudden passion, advancing close to him. "I would prefer not to quit you", he replied, gently emphasizing the not.

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.

If there be any thing a man might well pray against, that thing is the responsive gratification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpleasantness of being so in reality. One feels like his own ghost unlawfully tenanting a defunct carcass.

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

Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius crater for an inkstand!