Forty years after a battle it is easy for a non-combatant to reason about how it ought to have been fought. It is another thing personally and under fire to direct the fighting while involved in the obscuring smoke of it.

Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.

No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses.

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

The most mighty of nature's laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.

If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh.