It is not the purpose of literature to purvey news. For news consult the Almanac de Gotha.

Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.

But Captain Vere was now again motionless, standing absorbed in thought. Again starting, he vehemently exclaimed, "Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet that angel must hang!

The ancients of the ideal description, instead of trying to turn their impracticable chimeras, as does the modern dreamer, into social and political prodigies, deposited them in great works of art, which still live while states and constitutions have perished, bequeathing to posterity not shameful defects but triumphant successes.

To treat of human actions is to deal wholly with second causes.

Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!

Silence is the only Voice of our God.