Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

Failure is the test of greatness.

for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men

Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.

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

But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright son has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves. Because they have no memory . . . because they are not human.

I would prefer not to.