The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

This is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.

We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

Why aren't more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books aren't within everybody's reach.

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

Let every book-worm, when in any fragrant, scarce old tome, he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it the widest circulation that newspapers and magazines, penny and halfpenny, can afford.

How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?