In armies, navies, cities, or families, in nature herself, nothing more relaxes good order than misery.

Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.

Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.

He seemed to take to me quite as naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.