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

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.

The eyes are the gateway to the soul.

As with ships, so with men; he who turns his back to his foe gives him an advantage.

I do not think I have any uncharitable prejudice against the rattlesnake, still, I should not like to be one.

Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.