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

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things.

We should, if possible, prove a teacher to posterity, instead of being the pupil of by-gone generations. More shall come after us than have gone before; the world is not yet middle-aged.

Passion, and passion in its profoundest, is not a thing demanding a palatial stage whereon to play its part. Down among the groundlings, among the beggars and rakers of the garbage, profound passion is enacted. And the circumstances that provoke it, however trivial or mean, are no measure of its power. In the present instance the stage is a scrubbed gun deck, and one of the external provocations a man-of-war's-man's spilled soup.

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

Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.