In excited conversation we have glimpses of the universe, hints of power native to the soul, far-darting lights and shadows of an Andes landscape, such as we can hardly attain in lone meditation. Here are oracles sometimes profusely given, to which the memory goes back in barren hours.

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.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.