Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.

If anything ail a man, so that he does not perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels even,- for that is the seat of sympathy,-he forthwith sets about reforming the world.

Surely the apple is the noblest of fruits.

What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day?

Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.

The world rests on principles.

We go on dating from Cold Fridays and Great Snows; but a little colder Friday, or greater snow would put a period to man's existence on the globe.