Nothing can lift the heart of man like manhood in a fellow man.

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.

There seems no reason why patriotism and narrowness should go together, or why intellectual impartiality should be confounded with political trimming, or why serviceable truth should keep cloistered be a cause not partisan.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.

He who goes oftenest round Cape Horn goes the most circumspectly.

All round and round does the world lie as in a sharp-shooter's ambush, to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth, by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of age.