Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.

When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing.

To anybody who can hold the Present at its worth without being inappreciative of the Past, it may be forgiven, if to such an one the solitary old hulk at Portsmouth, Nelson's Victory, seems to float there, not alone as the decaying monument of a fame incorruptible, but also as a poetic approach, softened by its picturesqueness, to the Monitors and yet mightier hulls of the European ironclads.

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

It is with fiction as with religion: it should present another world, and yet one to which we feel the tie.

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

If some books are deemed most baneful and their sale forbid, how then with deadlier facts, not dreams of doting men? Those whom books will hurt will not be proof against events. Events, not books should be forbid.