Stay true to the dreams of thy youth.

Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.

Man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.

If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh.

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

We die of too much life.

Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side.