We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

Surrounded as we are by the wants and woes of our fellow-men, and yet given to follow our own pleasures, regardless of their pains, are we not like people sitting up with a corpse, and making merry in the house of the dead?

Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

It is upon record, that three centuries ago the tongue of the Right Whale was esteemed a great delicacy in France, and commanded large prices there.

There's magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.