“There is nothing namable but that some men will, or undertake to, do it for pay.” — Herman Melville

Truth is in things, and not in words.

The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.

Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.

There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities.