Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

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

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

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

Civilization has not ever been the brother of equality. Freedom was born among the wild eyries in the mountains; and barbarous tribes have sheltered under her wings, when the enlightened people of the plain have nestled under different pinions.