For my part I love sleepy fellows, and the more ignorant the better. Damn your wide-awake and knowing chaps. As for sleepiness, itis one of the noblest qualities of humanity. There is something sociable about it, too. Think of those sensible & sociable millions of good fellows all taking a good long friendly snooze together, under the sod--no quarrels, no imaginary grievances, no envies, heart-burnings, & thinking how much better that other chap is off--none of this: but all equally free-&-easy, they sleep away & reel off their nine knots an hour, in perfect amity.

Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

Surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity.

Our souls belong to our bodies, not our bodies to our souls.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.