Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.

Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern.

True freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free!

Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

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.