There's never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a'terward.

I hate to write, but I love to have written.

There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.

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

In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.

It is the habitual carriage of the umbrella that is the stamp of Respectability. Robinson Crusoe was rather a moralist than a pietist, and his leaf-umbrella is as fine an example of the civilised mind striving to express itself under adverse circumstances as we have ever met with.

This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.