It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.

For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.

It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilized Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight.

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'

Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.