Nature Abhors The Old.

The Essence Of Friendship Is Entireness, A Total Magnanimity And Trust. It Must Not Surmise Or Provide For Infirmity. It Treats Its Object As A God, That It Might Deify Both.

Luckily For Us, Now That Steam Has Narrowed The Atlantic To A Strait, The Nervous, Rocky West Is Intruding A New And Continental Element Into The National Mind, As We Shall Yet Have An American Genius.

Every Stoic Was A Stoic; But In Christendom Where Is The Christian?

Our Religion Vulgarly Stands On Numbers Of Believers. Whenever The Appeal Is Made--no Matter How Indirectly--to Numbers, Proclamation Is Then And There Made, That Religion Is Not. He That Finds God A Sweet, Enveloping Presence, Who Shall Dare To Come In?

For It Is Only The Finite That Has Wrought And Suffered; The Infinite Lies Stretched In Smiling Repose.