Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.

The sharp employ the sharp.

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

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

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

It takes all sorts of people to make a world.

A man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.