Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

O reputation! dearer far than life.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so thoroughly is everything debated before the authorized and responsible debaters get on their legs.