Nature, as we know her, is no saint.... She comes eating and drinking and sinning.

Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we find tragedy and moaning women, and hard-eyed husbands.

Courage is temperamental, scientific, ideal.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.

A man is a beggar who only lives to the useful, and, however he may serve as a pin or rivet in the social machine, cannot be saidto have arrived at self-possession.

The work of vegetation begins first in the irritability of the bark and leaf-buds.