After I had published my book on 'The Philosophy of Civilization,' it was so badgered by the critics and called so many hard names that my publishers could not print it fast enough to meet the demands of the curious.

Besides, what would we do without the newspaper?
With, the iron rake of the telegraph it draws the whole world to our door every morning.

The sermon that the minister preached to five hundred people on Sabbath the newspaper next day preaches to fifty thousand.

It takes the verses which the poet chimed in his small room of ten feet by six, and rings them into the ears of the continent.

The cylinder of the printing-press is to be one of the wheels of the Lord's chariot.