The names of all fine authors are fictitious ones, far more so than that of Junius,--simply standing, as they do, for the mystical, ever-eluding Spirit of all Beauty, which ubiquitously possesses men of genius.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.

Think of it. To go down to posterity as a 'man who lived among the cannibals.'

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

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

For in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;--nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.

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