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?

The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison.

The three great elements of modern civilization, Gun powder, Printing, and the Protestant religion.

O thou who art able to write a book which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted to do, envy not him whom they name city-builder, and inexpressibly pity him whom they name conqueror or city-burner.

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

The insignificant, the empty, is usually the loud; and after the manner of a drum, is louder even because of its emptiness.

The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.