A Man's Perfection Is His Work.

A Poor Creature Who Has Said Or Done Nothing Worth A Serious Man Taking The Trouble Of Remembering.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?

Oblivion Is The Dark Page, Whereon Memory Writes Her Light-beam Characters, And Makes Them Legible; Were It All Light, Nothing Could Be Read There, Any More Than If It Were All Darkness.

The Spiritual Is The Parent Of The Practical.

Blessed Be The God's Voice; For It Is True, And Falsehoods Have To Cease Before It!