Students of history are horror-struck at the massacres of old; but in the shambles, men are being murdered to-day.

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.

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

Better be secure under one king, than exposed to violence from twenty millions of monarchs, though oneself be one of them.

For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.

One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.

To certain temperaments, especially when previously agitated by any deep feeling, there is perhaps nothing more exasperating, andwhich sooner explodes all self-command, than the coarse, jeering insolence of a porter, cabman, or hack-driver.