But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?