What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean’s voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it.

Not yet hardened, many young die good.