“Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?”

Better be an old maid, a woman with herself as a husband, than the wife of a fool; and Solomon more than hints that all men are fools; and every wise man knows himself to be one.

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.

There is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness; we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do; we continue in it, because we have found a snug sofa at last.

Yet habit – strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

If you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.

Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

In a multitude of acquaintances is less security, than in one faithful friend.

The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

Benevolent desires, after passing a certain point, can not undertake their own fulfillment without incurring the risk of evils beyond those sought to be remedied.

Whatever my fate, I’ll go to it laughing.

You cannot hide the soul.

for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men

Heaven have mercy on us all – Presbyterians and Pagans alike – for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.

it is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death.

You’re saying we lost the powers of magic because we grew lazy.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

We should never forget the native families of this land past and, present whose story sometimes gets lost in modern times.

I guess my strongest recurring theme is honoring love, even when it’s lost.