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

Malice blunts the point of wit.

Intemperance is the epitome of every crime, the cause of every kind of misery.

Grumblers deserve to be operated upon surgically; their trouble is usually chronic.

A man never so beautifully shows his own strength as when he respects a woman's softness.

A coquette is like a recruiting sergeant, always on the lookout for fresh victims.

I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.