Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor

You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.

The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpleasantness of being so in reality. One feels like his own ghost unlawfully tenanting a defunct carcass.

Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side.

I will live and die by this testimony: that I loved a good conscience; that I never invaded another man's liberty; and that I preserved my own.

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

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.