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

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.

My means are sane, my motives and my object mad.

When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.

All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side.

True places are not found on maps.