truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale... from hell's heart I stab at thee.

In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.

Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

Those peculiar social sensibilities nourished by our own peculiar political principles, while they enhance the true dignity of a prosperous American, do but minister to the added wretchedness of the unfortunate; first, by prohibiting their acceptance of what little random relief charity may offer; and, second, by furnishing them with the keenest appreciation of the smarting distinction between their ideal of universal equality and their grind-stone experience of the practical misery and infamy of poverty.