[As they say in the old legends]Before a man goes to the devil himself, he sends plenty of other souls thither.

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.

The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.

Charming Alnaschar visions! it is the happy privilege of youth to construct you.

The tallest and the smallest among us are so alike diminutive and pitifully base, it is a meanness to calculate the difference.

The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair.

I wonder is it because men are cowards in heart that they admire bravery so much, and place military valor so far beyond every other quality for reward and worship.