I say, you do have a heart!" "Sometimes," he replied, "when I have the time.

Hunger, prolonged, is temporary madness! The brain is at work without its required food, and the most fantastic notions fill the mind. Hitherto I had never known what hunger really meant. I was likely to understand it now.

He believed in it, as certain good women believe in the leviathan-by faith, not by reason.

All that is impossible remains to be accomplished.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

It may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans are, when they are prudent there is good reason for it.

I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!