Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.
A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.
Malice blunts the point of wit.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Keep your eyes and ears open, if you desire to get on in the world.
A man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.