Every Editor Of Newspapers Pays Tribute To

The Good, We Do It; The Evil, That Is Fortune; Man Is Always Right, And Destiny Always Wrong.

Every Journalist Owes Tribute To The Evil One.

In This World We Must Help One Another.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.

What Is Denominated Discretion In Man We Call Cunning In Brutes.