We walk alone in the world.

Very few of our race can be said to be yet finished men. We still carry sticking to us some remains of the preceding inferior quadruped organization. We call these millions men; but they are not yet men. Half-engaged in the soil, pawing to get free, man needs all the music that can be brought to disengage him.

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius.

Of the Shaker society, it was formerly a sort of proverb in the country, that they always sent the devil to market.

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.

You cannot give anything to a magnanimous person. After you have served him, he at once puts you in debt by his magnanimity.

My son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. You can never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very rich man, and now the poorest of all.