Hunger is the handmaid of genius

There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather... In the spring I have counted one hundred and twenty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.

You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

There is only one expert who is qualified to examine the souls and the life of a people and make a valuable report - the native novelist. ... And when a thousand able novels have been written, there you have the soul of the people; and not anywhere else can these be had.

There ought to be a room in every house to swear in. It's dangerous to have to repress an emotion like that.

The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad.

The Impartial Friend: Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all--the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.