It is easy to see that the inventor of the heaven did not originate the idea, but copied it from the show-ceremonies of some sorry little sovereign State up in the back settlements of the Orient somewhere.

Thanksgiving day. Let us all give humble, hearty, and sincere thanks now, but the turkeys.

No real gentleman will tell the naked truth in the presence of ladies.

What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.

A public library is the most enduring of memorials, the trustiest monument for the preservation of an event or a name or an affection; for it, and it only, is respected by wars and revolutions, and survives them.

When all is said and done, the one sole condition that makes spiritual happiness and preserves it is the absence of doubt.

To be human is to have one's little modicum of romance secreted away in one's composition. One never ceases to make a hero of one's self, (in private,) during life, but only alters the style of heroism from time to time as the drifting years belittle certain gods of his admiration and raise up others in their stead.