If A Well-constituted Individual Refrains From Blazoning

To Produce A Mighty Book, You Must Choose A Mighty Theme.

Whatever My Fate, I'll Go To It Laughing.

The Consciousness Of Being Deemed Dead, Is Next To The Presumable Unpleasantness Of Being So In Reality. One Feels Like His Own Ghost Unlawfully Tenanting A Defunct Carcass.

Ah! The Best Righteousness Of Our Man-of-war World Seems But An Unrealized Ideal, After All; And Those Maxims Which, In The Hope Of Bringing About A Millennium, We Busily Teach To The Heathen, We Christians Ourselves Disregard.

It Is Not The Purpose Of Literature To Purvey News. For News Consult The Almanac De Gotha.