Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly in endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

The uses of travel are occasional, and short; but the best fruit it finds, when it finds it, is conversation; and this is a main function of life.

He is great who is what he is from nature, and who never reminds us of others.

Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.

The maxim of courts is that manner is power.

Men in all ways are better than they seem.

Sorrow makes us all children again.