The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run

We die, because we live.

That author who draws a character, even though to common view incongruous in its parts, as the flying-squirrel, and, at differentperiods, as much at variance with itself as the caterpillar is with the butterfly into which it changes, may yet, in so doing, be not false but faithful to facts.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

The further our civilization advances upon its present lines so much the cheaper sort of thing does "fame" become, especially of the literary sort. This species of "fame" a waggish acquaintance says can be manufactured to order, and sometimes is so manufactured.

Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor

Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land.