The mere leader of fashion has no genuine claim to supremacy; at least, no abiding assurance of it. He has embroidered his title upon his waistcoat, and carries his worth in his watch chain; and, if he is allowed any real precedence for this it is almost a moral swindle,--a way of obtaining goods under false pretences.

Heaven never defaults. The wicked are sure of their wages, sooner or later.

Morality is but the vestibule of religion.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

In the matter of faith, we have the added weight of hope to that of reason in the convictions which we sustain relating to a future state.

Neutral men are the devil's allies.

The sluices of the grog-shop are fed from the wine-glasses in the parlor, and there is a lineal descent from the gentleman who hiccoughs at his elegant dinner-table to the sot who makes a bed of the gutter.