“The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not …” — Herman Melville

Truth is in things, and not in words.

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.

There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.