Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.

In armies, navies, cities, or families, in nature herself, nothing more relaxes good order than misery.

For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal.

Silence is the only Voice of our God.

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

Love is both Creator's and Saviour's gospel to mankind; a volume bound in rose-leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of humming-birds printed with peach-juice on the leaves of lilies.