A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.

The only sin in the world is ignorance.

Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

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

We are sometimes made aware of a kindness long passed, and realize that there have been times when our friends' thoughts of us were of so pure and lofty a character that they passed over us like the winds of heaven unnoticed; when they treated us not as what we were, but as what we aspired to be.

I never dreamed of any enormity greater than I have committed. I never knew, and never shall know, a worse man than myself.

This fond reiteration of the oldest expressions of truth by the latest posterity, content with slightly and religiously retouchingthe old material, is the most impressive proof of a common humanity.