White lies are ushers to black ones.

There is no composing draught like the draught through the tube of a pipe.

Every man paddles his own canoe.

I would rather write for the instruction, or even the amusement of the poor than for the amusement of the rich.

Vanity is a confounded donkey, very apt to put his head between his legs, and chuck us over; but pride is a fine horse, that will carry us over the ground, and enable us to distance our fellow-travelers.

The English will agree with me that there are plenty of good things for the table in America; but the old proverb says: 'God sends meat and the devil sends cooks.'

There's no getting blood out of a turnip.