Books -lighthouses erected in the great sea of time -books, the precious depositories of the thoughts and creations of genius -books, by whose sorcery times past become time present, and the whole pageantry of the world's history moves in solemn procession before our eyes, -these were to visit the firesides of the humble and lavish the treasures of the intellect upon the poor.

Talent jogs to conclusions to which Genius takes giant leaps.

A politician weakly and amiably in the right, is no match for a politician tenaciously and pugnaciously in the wrong.

Do we, mad as we all are after riches, hear often enough from the pulpit the spirit of those words in which Dean Swift, in his epitaph on the affluent and profligate Colonel Chartres, announces the small esteem of wealth in the eyes of God, from the fact of His thus lavishing it upon the meanest and basest of His creatures?

Talent is full of thoughts, Genius is thought. Talent is a cistern, Genius a fountain.

The familiar writer is apt to be his own satirist. Out of his own mouth is he judged.

Sin, every day, takes out a patent for some new invention.