All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

Strange indeed is the attraction of the forest for the minds of men.

Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.