Alas! It is well written, The road to eminence lies through the cheap and exceedingly uninviting eating-houses.

There are those who collect the refuse of the public streets, but in order to be received into the band it is necessary to have been born one of the Hereditary Confederacy of Superfluity Removers and Abandoned Oddment Gatherers.

When struck by a thunderbolt it is unnecessary to consult the Book of Dates as to the precise meaning of the omen.

One learns to itch where one can scratch.

The province of philosophy is not so much to prevent calamities befalling as to demonstrate that they are blessings when they have taken place.

Although there exist many thousand subjects for elegant conversation, there are persons who cannot meet a cripple without talking about feet.

Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.