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

In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.