Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.

Duty, though set about by thorns, may still be made a staff supporting even while it tortures. Cast it away, and, like the prophet's wand, it changes to a snake.

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.

Keep your eyes and ears open, if you desire to get on in the world.

Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.