And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.

There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.

Traveling takes the ink out of one's pen as well as the cash out of one's purse.

Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.

Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing