I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.
We need to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness.
Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold.
The use of criticism, in periodical writing, is to sift, not to stamp a work.
I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.
Would that the simple maxim, that honesty is the best policy, might be laid to heart; that a sense of the true aim of life might elevate the tone of politics and trade till public and private honor become identical.
