Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.
Our common liberty is consecrated by a common sorrow.
The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.
A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
Anger, even when it punishes the faults of delinquents, ought not to precede reason as its mistress, but attend as a handmaid at the back of reason, to come to the front when bidden. For once it begins to take control of the mind, it calls just what it does cruelly.