There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers.

Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.

Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man, than anything which he said.

Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy, but in the state, and in the schools, it is indispensable to resist the consolidation ofall men into a few men.

We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.

One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend.