All people have their blind side-their superstitions.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.