We talk of the Turks, and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them, go to heaven, before some of us?

...in certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

At my years, and with my disposition, or rather, constitution, one gets to care less and less for everything except downright goodfeeling. Life is so short, and so ridiculous and irrational (from a certain point of view) that one knows not what to make of it, unless--well, finish the sentence for yourself.

But I shall follow the endless, winding way, — the flowing river in the cave of man; careless whither I be led, reckless where I land.

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.

The friendship of fine-hearted, generous boys, nurtured amid the romance-engendering comforts and elegancies of life, sometimes transcends the bounds of mere boyishness, and revels for a while in the empyrean of a love which only comes short, by one degree, of the sweetest sentiment entertained between the sexes.

Better be secure under one king, than exposed to violence from twenty millions of monarchs, though oneself be one of them.