“There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.”

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.

That’s it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

Republicans stand for raw, unbridled evil and greed and ignorance smothered in balloons and ribbons.

White balloons floating away. Expel the energy wasters, they just prey. Move from the clutter, the haze. Clear pearlescent white from the grey.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.