Lapham’s Quarterly

Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others.

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.

It would be impossible to live for a year without disaster unless one practiced character-reading.

Once you hear the details of a victory it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

It belongs to a nobleman to weep in an hour of disaster.

Pride and excess bring disaster for man.

It’s the end of the world every day, for someone.

When arms speak, the laws are silent.

Is all our fire of shipwreck wood?