Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.

We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?

Professors of the Dismal Science, I perceive the length of your tether is now pretty well run; and I must request you to talk a little lower in the future.

Variety is the condition of harmony.

It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.

Neither in tailoring nor in legislating does man proceed by mere accident.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.