Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.
Friendship is love without its flowers or veil.
Every Irishman, the saying goes, has a potato in his head.
A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.
Few persons have courage enough to appear as good as they really are.
What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.