“Honor lies in the mane of a horse.”

I’ll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

What is an atheist, but one who does not, or will not, see in the universe a ruling principle of love; and what a misanthrope, but one who does not, or will not, see in man a ruling principle of kindness?

An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great.

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!

I do not think I have any uncharitable prejudice against the rattlesnake, still, I should not like to be one.

What plays the mischief with the truth is that men will insist upon the universal application of a temporary feeling or opinion.

Silence is the only Voice of our God.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

We cannot live for ourselves alone.

Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.

Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight, is said to be the only truth.

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.

People’s hearts are like wild animals. They attach their selves to those that love and train them.

The animal needing something knows how much it needs, the man does not.

As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.

The soul of man is divided into three parts, intelligence, reason, and passion. Intelligence and passion are possessed by other animals, but reason by man alone.

As long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap the joy of love.

Man in his arrogance thinks himself a great work, worthy of the interposition of a deity. More humble, and I believe truer, to consider him created from animals.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along.