A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!

A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.

We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment

Sir, you are like a pin, but without either its head or its point.

In this world truth can wait; she's used to it.