In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

The end of culture is right living

Sherry, the civilized drink.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.