It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.

Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.