Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!

Democracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and by.

Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.

Democracy will prevail when men believe the vote of Judas as good as that of Jesus Christ.

Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.

Goethe's devil is a cultivated personage and acquainted with the modern sciences; sneers at witchcraft and the black art even while employing them, and doubts most things, nay, half disbelieves even his own existence.

Government is emphatically a machine: to the discontented a taxing machine, to the contented a machine for securing property.