In New York City, the common bats fly only at twilight. Brick-bats fly at all hours.

When a man has been intemperate so long that shame no longer paints a blush upon his cheek, his liquor generally does it instead.

In New York City, the common bats fly only at twilight. Brick-bats fly at all hours.

A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain. It can be and is often treasured by the recipient for life.

The pen is a formidable weapon, but a man can kill himself with it a great deal more easily than he can other people.

It is in vain to hope to please all alike. Let a man stand with his face in what direction he will, he must necessarily turn his back on one half of the world.

Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!