Whoso Would Be A Man Must Be

Classics Which At Home Are Drowsily Read Have A Strange Charm In A Country Inn, Or In The Transom Of A Merchant Brig.

In The Morning A Man Walks With His Whole Body; In The Evening, Only With His Legs.

We Live In A New And Exceptional Age. America Is Another Word For Opportunity. Our Whole History Appears Like A Last Effort Of The Divine Providence In Behalf Of The Human Race; And A Literal, Slavish Following Of Precedents, As By A Justice Of The Peace, Is Not For Those Who At This Hour Lead The American Civilization.

I Like A Man Who Likes To See A Fine Barn As Well As A Good Tragedy.

Genius Has No Taste For Weaving Sand.