The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run

Of all nature's animated kingdoms, fish are the most unchristian, inhospitable, heartless, and cold-blooded of creatures.

That immaculate manliness we feel within ourselves, so far within us, that it remains intact though all the outer character seem gone; bleeds with keenest anguish at the undraped spectacle of a valor-ruined man.

The man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.