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

For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.

Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. ... What I feel most moved to write, that is banned - it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches.

In truth, a mature man who uses hair oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.

Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders: gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame northern lands.