One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning.

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

Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.

...in certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

There seems no reason why patriotism and narrowness should go together, or why intellectual impartiality should be confounded with political trimming, or why serviceable truth should keep cloistered be a cause not partisan.

Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.