Consistency is the bugbear that frightens little minds.

He only is rich who owns the day.

If it costs ten years, and ten to recover the general prosperity, the destruction of the South is worth so much.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

What the tender and poetic youth dreams to-day, and conjures up with inarticulate speech, is to-morrow the vociferated result of public opinion, and the day after is the character of nations.