Talent Without Tact Is Only Half Talent.

Apathy Is A Sort Of Living Oblivion.

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

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

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.

Bigotry Is Chronic Dogmatism.