Surrounded as we are by the wants and woes of our fellow-men, and yet given to follow our own pleasures, regardless of their pains, are we not like people sitting up with a corpse, and making merry in the house of the dead?

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

Niggards are oftentimes neat.

Great towers take time to construct.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

War being the greatest of evils, all its accessories necessarily partake of the same character.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.