I do not know what we should do without the pulpit. We could better spare the sun-the moon, anyway.

To be human is to have one's little modicum of romance secreted away in one's composition. One never ceases to make a hero of one's self, (in private,) during life, but only alters the style of heroism from time to time as the drifting years belittle certain gods of his admiration and raise up others in their stead.

It used to take me all vacation to grow a new hide in place of the one they flogged off me during school term.

Is the human race a joke? Was it devised and patched together in a dull time when there was nothing important to do?

Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one, I think it is.

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water.

The timid man yearns for full value and demands a tenth. The bold man strikes for double value and compromises on par.