We Cannibals Must Help These Christians.

It Is Not Down In Any Map; True Places Never Are.

There Is Nothing So Slipperily Alluring As Sadness; We Become Sad In The First Place By Having Nothing Stirring To Do; We Continue In It, Because We Have Found A Snug Sofa At Last.

It Is A Thing Which Every Sensible American Should Learn From Every Sensible Englishman, That Glare And Glitter, Gimcracks And Gewgaws, Are Not Indispensable To Domestic Solacement.

As With Ships, So With Men; He Who Turns His Back To His Foe Gives Him An Advantage.

We May Have Civilized Bodies And Yet Barbarous Souls.