In their precise tracings-out and subtle causations, the strongest and fieriest emotions of life defy all analytical insight.

Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty. Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale. Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal. Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness. Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonor! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation. Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway.

When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.

He knows himself, and all that's in him, who knows adversity.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God - so better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land!

To be a born American citizen seems a guarantee against pauperism; and this, perhaps, springs from the virtue of a vote.