All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.

You must suffer me to go my own dark way.

But we are so fond of life that we have no leisure to entertain the terror of death. It is a honeymoon with us all through, and none of the longest. Small blame to us if we give our whole hearts to this glowing bride of ours, to the appetities, to honour, to the hungry curiosity of the mind, to the pleasure of the eyes in nature, and the pride of our own nimble bodies.

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

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.