To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.

The Navy is the asylum for the perverse, the home of the unfortunate. Here the sons of adversity meet the children of calamity, and here the children of calamity meet the offspring of sin.

We cannibals must help these Christians.

In their precise tracings-out and subtle causations, the strongest and fieriest emotions of life defy all analytical insight.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.