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.

Where does any novelist pick up any character? For the most part, in town, to be sure.

The only ugliness is that of the heart, seen through the face. And though beauty be obvious, the only loveliness is invisible.

Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side.

Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

I will live and die by this testimony: that I loved a good conscience; that I never invaded another man's liberty; and that I preserved my own.