But when a man suspects any wrong it sometimes happens that if he be already involved in the matter he insensibly strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this way it was with me. I said nothing and tried to think nothing.

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

Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius crater for an inkstand!

Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.

The easiest way of life is the best.