The most mighty of nature's laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.

In childhood, death stirred me not; in middle age, it pursued me like a prowling bandit on the road; now, grown an old man, it boldly leads the way, and ushers me on.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

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

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.