Silence Is Sorrow's Best Food.

In The Gain Or Loss Of One Race All The Rest Have Equal Claim.

The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

It May Be Conjectured That It Is Cheaper In The Long Run To Lift Men Up Than To Hold Them Down, And That The Ballot In Their Hands Is Less Dangerous To Society Than A Sense Of Wrong Is In Their Heads.

Stories Now, To Suit A Public Taste, Must Be Half Epigram, Half Pleasant Vice.

There Is Something Solid And Doughty In The Man That Can Rise From Defeat, The Stuff Of Which Victories Are Made In Due Time, When We Are Able To Choose Our Position Better, And The Sun Is At Our Back.