In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.

truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more.

This divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.

There is the grand truth about Nathaniel Hawthorne. He says NO! in thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes. For all men who say yes, lie; and all men who say no,why, they are in the happy condition of judicious, unincumbered travellers in Europe; they cross the frontiers into Eternity with nothing but a carpet-bag,that is to say, the Ego. Whereas those yes-gentry, they travel with heaps of baggage, and, damn them! they will never get through the Custom House.

Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.

Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.