A man lives by believing something.

Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

There is in man a higher than love of happiness; he can do without happiness, and instead thereof find blessedness.

Insurrection, never so necessary, is a most sad necessity; and governors who wait for that to instruct them are surely getting into the fatalest course.

One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.

Considering the multitude of mortals that handle the pen in these days, and can mostly spell, and write without glaring violations of grammar, the question naturally arises: How is it, then, that no work proceeds from them, bearing any stamp of authenticity and permanence; of worth for more than one day?