...the Silent Reminiscence Of Hardships Departed, Is

At Sea A Fellow Comes Out. Salt Water Is Like Wine, In That Respect.

But Even So, Amid The Tornadoed Atlantic Of My Being, Do I Myself Still For Ever Centrally Disport In Mute Calm; And While Ponderous Planets Of Unwaning Woe Revolve Round Me, Deep Down And Deep Inland There I Still Bathe Me In Eternal Mildness Of Joy.

Hell Is An Idea First Born On An Undigested Apple Dumpling.

There's Something Ever Egotistical In Mountain-tops And Towers, And All Other Grand And Lofty Things.

There Is No Champollion To Decipher The Egypt Of Every Man's And Every Being's Face. Physiognomy, Like Every Other Human Science,is But A Passing Fable.