Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.

For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.

Traveling takes the ink out of one's pen as well as the cash out of one's purse.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

When my eye rested on an arid height, spirit partook of the barrenness. - Heartily wish Niebuhr & Strauss to the dogs. The deuce take their penetration & acumen. They have robbed us of the bloom.

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

I try all things, I achieve what I can.