Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects.

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

Pure by impure is not seen.

America is another name for opportunity.

In the Fiji islands, it appears, cannibalism is now familiar. They eat thier own wives and children. We only devour widows' houses, and great merchants outwit and absorb the substance of small ones, and every man feeds on his neighbor's labor if he can. It is a milder form of cannibalism.

We sometimes meet an original gentleman, who, if manners had not existed, would have invented them.