Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

We talk of the Turks, and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them, go to heaven, before some of us?

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the gods in old Rome's Pantheon. It is a strange feeling--no hopefulness is in it, no despair. Content--that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination.

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