If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

This profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock is not a drop scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of reality.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

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.

Hope looks for unqualified success; but Faith counts certainly on failure, and takes honorable defeat to be a form of victory.