Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

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

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.