Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders: gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame northern lands.

An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.

Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.

We die of too much life.