Bad temper is its own scourge. Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter. A man's venom poisons himself more than his victim.

A man's venom poisons himself more than his victims.

The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.

Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.

All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.

In one family, every little plan or question is discussed amid bickering and irritation. In another, without the least effort, every discussion goes on amid perfect peace. This is just as easy, and infinitely more agreeable: only, in many homes it does not happen to be the family habit.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.