Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh.

Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols.

God is liberal of color; so should man be.

Let us pray that the great historic tragedy of our time may not have been enacted without instructing our whole beloved country through terror and pity; and may fulfillment verify in the end those expectations which kindle the bards of Progress and Humanity.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

Nearly all literature, in one sense, is made up of guide-books. Old ones tell us the ways our fathers went, through the thoroughfares and courts of old; but how few of those former places can their posterity trace, amid avenues of modern erections; to how few is the old guide-book now a clew! Every age makes its own guide-books, and the old ones are used for waste paper.