He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.