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

We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.

For God's sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man's blood was spilled for it.

We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voice; and dead to its death. And not till we know, that one grief outweighs ten thousand joys will we become what Christianity is striving to make us.

The man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

That hour in the life of a man when first the help of humanity fails him, and he learns that in his obscurity and indigence humanity holds him a dog and no man: that hour is a hard one, but not the hardest. There is still another hour which follows, when he learns that in his infinite comparative minuteness and abjectness, the gods do likewise despise him, and own him not of their clan.