Sublime

Jeff was a tender soul. I think he thought that country—if there was one—was just blossoming with roses and babies and canaries and tidies, and all that sort of thing.

In himself man is essentially a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum.

“Entertainment for man, but not for his beast. Enter ye that have leisure and a quiet mind, who earnestly seek the right road.” He is perhaps the sanest man and has the fewest crotchets of any I chance to know; the same yesterday and tomorrow.

"we are unwilling to expose our country to free communication with the rest of the world—as yet.