“What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests himself in everything.”

“Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.”

“Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.”

“If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;--and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,--then certes the soul does not inhabit there.”

“Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me...All comes from thee, great-great SENSORIUM of the world!”

“Cursed luck! —said he, biting his lip as he shut the door, —for man to be master of one of the finest chains of reasoning in nature, —and have a wife at the same time with such a head-piece, that he cannot hang up a single inference within side of it, to save his soul from destruction.”

“People who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy.”