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Man Owes Two Solemn Debts--one To Society, And One To-nature. It Is Only When He Pays The Second That He Covers The First.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!

Some Of 'em [virtues] Like Extinct Volcanoes, With A Strong Memory Or Fire And Brimstone.

Nature Designed Us To Be Of Good Cheer.