Wonder, indeed, is, on all hands, dying out: it is the sign of uncultivation to wonder. - Thomas Carlyle

[F]riend!—Will the ballot-box raise the Noblest to the chief place; does any sane man deliberately believe such a thing?

To all men it is evident that the social interests of one hundred and fifty Millions of us depend on the mysterious industry there carried on; and likewise that the dissatisfaction with it is great, universal, and continually increasing in intensity,—in fact, mounting, we might say, to the pitch of settled despair.

Wondrous indeed is the virtue of a true Book.