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

To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes the prettiest kind of a man.

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

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.

When we have discovered a continent, or crossed a chain of mountains, it is only to find another ocean or another plain upon the further side. . . . O toiling hands of mortals! O wearied feet, travelling ye know not whither! Soon, soon, it seems to you, you must come forth on some conspicuous hilltop, and but a little way further, against the setting sun, descry the spires of El Dorado. 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.

But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.