All the devils respect virtue.

The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.

Man moves in all modes, by legs of horses, by wings of winds, by steam, by gas of balloon, by electricity, and stands on tiptoe threatening to hunt the eagle in his own element.

There is always a certain meanness in the argument of conservatism, joined with a certain superiority in its fact.

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.

Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.

The world is all outside, it has no inside.