Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.

...that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

When the inhabitants of some sequestered island first descry the "big canoe" of the European rolling through the blue waters towards their shores, they rush down to the beach in crowds, and with open arms stand ready to embrace the strangers. Fatal embrace! They fold to their bosoms the vipers whose sting is destined to poison all their joys; and the instinctive feeling of love within their breasts is soon converted into the bitterest hate.

The man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

The western spirit is, or will yet be (for no other is, or can be) the true American one.