Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.

Every man will be a poet if he can; otherwise a philosopher or man of science. This proves the superiority of the poet.

It is tranquil people who accomplish much.

The American has dwindled into an Odd Fellow,-one who may be known by the development of his organ of gregariousness.

To act collectively is according to the spirit of our institutions.

Christianity only hopes. It has hung its harp on the willows, and cannot sing a song in a strange land. It has dreamed a sad dream, and does not yet welcome the morning with joy. The mother tells her falsehoods to her child, but, thank heaven, the child does not grow up in its parent's shadow. Our mother's faith has not grown with her experience. Her experience has been too much for her. The lesson of life was too hard for her to learn.

I love the broad margin to my life.