Truth strikes us from behind and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight. - Henry David Thoreau

I confess that I am lacking a sense, perchance, in this respect, and I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman half an hour simply because she has regular features.

The frontiers are not east or west, north or south, but wherever a man fronts a fact, though that fact be his neighbor, there is an unsettled wilderness between him and Canada, between him and the setting sun, or, farther still, between him and it.

Are we not all wreckers, contriving that some treasure may be washed up on our beach, and we may secure it, and do we not contract the habits of wreckers from the common modes of getting a living?