Endurance Is Patience Concentrated.

One Is Hardly Sensible Of Fatigue While He Marches To Music.

Statistics, One May Hope, Will Improve Gradually, And Become Good For Something. Meanwhile, It Is To Be Feared The Crabbed Satirist Was Partly Right, As Things Go: "a Judicious Man," Says He, "looks At Statistics, Not To Get Knowledge, But To Save Himself From Having Ignorance Foisted On Him."

Nature Admits No Lie.

Men's Hearts Ought Not To Be Set Against One Another, But Set With One Another And All Against Evil Only.

A Man Protesting Against Error Is On The Way Towards Uniting Himself With All Men That Believe In Truth.