Verily, chemistry is not a splitting of hairs when you have got half a dozen raw Irishmen in the laboratory.

In our daily intercourse with men, our nobler faculties are dormant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect nobleness from us. Though we have gold to give, they demand only copper.

Be it life or death, we crave only reality.

The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.

Why should not we, who have renounced the king's authority, have our national preserves, where no villages need be destroyed, in which the bear and panther, and some even of the hunter race, may still exist, and not be "civilized off the face of the earth," - our forests, not to hold the king's game merely, but to hold and preserve the king himself also, the lord of creation, - not for idle sport or food, but for inspiration and our own true re-creation?

I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness.

The words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.