We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.

God'll send the bill to you.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.