What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.

Many are ambitious of saying grand things, that is, of being grandiloquent.

Every Irishman, the saying goes, has a potato in his head.

It is a proof of our natural bias to evil, that gain is slower and harder than loss in all things good; but in all things bad getting is quicker and easier than getting rid of.

Pity is like eating mustard without beef.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

Friendship is love without its flowers or veil.