Lawyers spend their professional careers shoveling smoke.

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.

The ideas of the classics, so far as living, are our commonplaces. It is the modern books that give us the latest and most profound conceptions. It seems to me rather a lazy makeshift to mumble over the familiar.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

There are three natural anaesthetics: Sleep, fainting, and death.

A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.

If I were dying, my last words would be: Have faith and pursue the unknown end.