In our own hearts, we mold the whole world’s hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.
Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.
The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpleasantness of being so in reality. One feels like his own ghost unlawfully tenanting a defunct carcass.
One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual’s own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.
He pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me around my waist, and said henceforth we were married.
Stay true to the dreams of thy youth.
The man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.
Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.
There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.
We talk of the Turks, and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them, go to heaven, before some of us?
Ah! the best righteousness of our man-of-war world seems but an unrealized ideal, after all; and those maxims which, in the hope of bringing about a Millennium, we busily teach to the heathen, we Christians ourselves disregard.
There are some persons in this world, who, unable to give better proof of being wise, take a strange delight in showing what they think they have sagaciously read in mankind by uncharitable suspicions of them.
In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.
I will live and die by this testimony: that I loved a good conscience; that I never invaded another man’s liberty; and that I preserved my own.
A ship is a bit of terra firma cut off from the main; it is a state in itself; and the captain is its king.
He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great.
The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.
Students of history are horror-struck at the massacres of old; but in the shambles, men are being murdered to-day.
It is plain and demonstrable, that much ale is not good for Yankee, and operates differently upon them from what it does upon a Briton; ale must be drank in a fog and a drizzle.
It is against the will of God that the East should be Christianized.