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

Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.

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

See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.

In our man-of-war world, Life comes in at one gangway and Death goes overboard at the other. Under the man-of-war scourge, cursesmix with tears; and the sigh and the sob furnish the bass to the shrill octave of those who laugh to drown buried griefs of their own.

We are not a nation, so much as a world; for unless we claim all the world for our sire, like Melchisedec, we are without father or mother.

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