My body is but the lees of my better being.

In metropolitan cases, the love of the most single-eyed lover, almost invariably, is nothing more than the ultimate settling of innumerable wandering glances upon some one specific object.

When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang.

Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.

Not one man in five cycles, who is wise, will expect appreciative recognition from his fellows, or any one of them.

flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.

Nature has not implanted any power in man that was not meant to be exercised at times, though too often our powers have been abused.