Labor's Face Is Wrinkled With The Wind,

Sir, What Is Poetry? Why, Sir, It Is Much Easier To Say What It Is Not. We All Know What Light Is; But It Is Not Easy To Tell What It Is.

A Newswriter Is A Man Without Virtue, Who Lies At Home For His Own Profit.

Tediousness Is The Most Fatal Of All Faults.

If A Man Has A Science To Learn He Must Regularly And Resolutely Advance.

Every Man May Be Observed To Have A Certain Strain Of Lamentation, Some Peculiar Theme Of Complaint On Which He Dwells In His Moments Of Dejection.