If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.

In all literary history there is no such figure as Dante, no such homogeneousness of life and works, such loyalty to ideas, such sublime irrecognition of the unessential.

There is a law of neutralization of forces, which hinders bodies from sinking beyond a certain depth in the sea; but in the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.