I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called History is. How many times must we say Rome, and Paris, and Constantinople! What does Rome know of rat and lizard? What are Olympiads and Consulates to these neighboring systems of being? Nay, what food or experience or succor have they for the Esquimaux seal-hunter, or the Kanaka in his canoe, for the fisherman, the stevedore, the porter?

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

The hero is a mind of such balance that no disturbances can shake his will, but pleasantly, and, as it were, merrily, he advancesto his own music, alike in frightful alarms and in the tipsy mirth of universal dissoluteness.

Science surpasses the old miracles of mythology.

It is one of the beautiful compensations in this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engraffed with a foreign stock.

It really is considered one of the blessings of previous mates which you could manage being silly with them.