If there be any thing a man might well pray against, that thing is the responsive gratification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

The world is forever babbling of originality; but there never yet was an original man, in the sense intended by the world; the first man himself--who according to the Rabbins was also the first author--not being an original; the only original author being God.

I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself

Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.

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

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.