It Is Impossible To Enslave,

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

I Do Not Regret Having Braved Public Opinion, When I Knew It Was Wrong And Was Sure It Would Be Merciless.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

Wisdom Is Never Dear, Provided The Article Be Genuine.