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

We cannot live for ourselves alone.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.

The world is forever babbling of originality; but there never yet was an original man, in the sense intended by the world; the first man himself--who according to the Rabbins was also the first author--not being an original; the only original author being God.

My body is but the lees of my better being.

Of all insults, the temporary condescension of a master to a slave is the most outrageous and galling. That potentate who most condescends, mark him well; for that potentate, if occasion come, will prove your uttermost tyrant.

Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.