Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.

We are not content to pass away entirely from the scenes of our delight; we would leave, if but in gratitude, a pillar and a legend.

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

Going for character: why not now, and where you stand?

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

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