That Wonderful Book, While It Obtains Admiration

In Plato's Opinion, Man Was Made For Philosophy; In Bacon's Opinion, Philosophy Was Made For Man.

We Do Not Think It Necessary To Prove That A Quack Medicine Is Poison; Let The Vender Prove It To Be Sanative.

The Best Portraits Are Perhaps Those In Which There Is A Slight Mixture Of Caricature; And We Are Not Certain That The Best Histories Are Not Those In Which A Little Of The Exaggeration Of Fictitious Narrative Is Judiciously Employed. Something Is Lost In Accuracy; But Much Is Gained In Effect. The Fainter Lines Are Neglected; But The Great Characteristic Features Are Imprinted On The Mind Forever.

It Was Before Deity Embodied In A Human Form Walking Among Men, Partaking Of Their Infirmities, Leaning On Their Bosoms, Weeping Over Their Graves, Slumbering In The Manger, Bleeding On The Cross, That The Prejudices Of The Synagogue, And The Doubts Of The Academy, And The Pride Of The Portico, And The Fasces Of The Lictor, And The Swords Of Thirty Legions Were Humbled In The Dust.

No Man In The World Acts Up To His Own Standard Of Right.