Let the dead bury their dead." "Yes, John; and what is left for the living when that burial is over?
I don't want to make myself obnoxious by whining over my troubles, but they are not to be lessened by philosophy, and I can do nothing but bear them as best I may.

I had long been growing tired of society, in the conventional acceptation of the word, and all the stereotyped pleasures of a commercial man's life.

Those things are less than nothing when a man has nothing brighter and fairer beyond them--no inner life by which the common things of this world are made precious.

It is only dropping out of the arena a little earlier than I might have done otherwise.

I have a notion that I shall wind up my affairs next year, sell my business, and go abroad.