A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

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

The seeming significance of nature's appearances, their unchanging strangeness to the senses, and the thrilling response which they awaken in the mind of man . . . If we could only write near enough to the facts, and yet with no pedestrian calm, but ardently, we might transfer the glamour of reality direct upon our pages.

Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.