Common Sense Is Very Uncommon.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

A Cigar Has "...a Fire At One End And A Fool At The Other."

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

The Best Use Of A Journal Is To Print The Largest Practical Amount Of Important Truth: Truth Which Tends To Make Mankind Wiser, And Thus Happier.

The Republic Needed To Be Passed Through Chastening, Purifying Fires Of Adversity And Suffering: So These Came And Did Their Work And The Verdure Of A New National Life Springs Greenly, Luxuriantly, From Their Ashes.