Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!

In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.

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.

To certain temperaments, especially when previously agitated by any deep feeling, there is perhaps nothing more exasperating, andwhich sooner explodes all self-command, than the coarse, jeering insolence of a porter, cabman, or hack-driver.

In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.

Soldier or sailor, the fighting man is but a fiend; and the staff and body-guard of the Devil musters many a baton.