Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.

Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.

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

Etiquette has no regard for moral qualities.

A conservative is a man who will not look at the new moon out of respect for that 'ancient institution' the old one.

We are all slaves to the shining metal.