Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!

I am a man who, from his youth upwards, has been filled with a profound conviction that the easiest way of life is the best.

Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.

For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants . . .

Silence is the only Voice of our God.

Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.