THE KEYS OF ALL THE CREEDS

It is an endless and frivolous pursuit to act by any other rule, than the care of satisfying our own minds in what we do. One would think a silent man, who concerned himself with no one breathing, should be very liable to misinterpretation and yet I remember I was…

THE MEETING CLOUDS CONTEND

  Between us and the sea, there are continual mountains, hill behind hill, which some-how divert the storms, and give them a different direction. High promontories and elevated grounds, have always been observed to attract clouds and disarm them of their mischievous contents, which are discharged into the trees and…

THE ARCHITECTS OF CHANGE

In the earliest periods of civilization, translators have been the agents for propagating knowledge from nation to nation, and the value of their labours has been inestimable; but, in the present age, when so many different languages have become the depositories of the vast treasures of literature and science which…

THE REMOTEST SPHERE OF LIVING FLAME

Dreams have nothing in them which are absurd and nonsensical; and, though most of the coincidences may be readily explained by the diseased system of the dreamer, and the great and surprising power of association, yet it is impossible to say whether an inner sense does not really exist in…

CONVENIENCE BOTH OF TIME AND MEANS

No man can have much kindness for his species, who does not habituate himself to consider upon each successive occasion of social intercourse how that occasion may be most beneficently improved. Books have by their very nature but a limited operation; though, on account of their permanence, their methodical disquisition,…

THE SHADOW OF HIS FOE

Came the lightning, before us, behind us, on every side, bathing us in flaming minutes at a time. And all the while we were deafened by the unceasing uproar of thunder. It was a weird sight – far aloft the black skeleton of spars and masts from which the sails…

AFFLICTED BY DREAMS

Seemingly it was a plain, with an illimitable view downhill to the east, where one gentle level after another slowly modulated into a distance only to be called distance because it was a softer blue, and more hazy. The rising sun flooded this falling plain with a perfect level of…

A MAN OF WAX

A journalist is an historian, not indeed of the highest class, nor of the number of those whose works bestow immortality upon others or themselves; yet, like other historians, he distributes for a time reputation or infamy, regulates the opinion of the week, raises hopes and terrors, inflames or allays…

GENIUS AND VIRTUE

With the exception of one extraordinary man, I have never known an individual, least of all an individual of genius, healthy or happy without a profession, ie some regular employment, which does not depend on the will of the moment, and which can be carried on so far mechanically that…