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

Much smoking kills live men and cures dead swine.

It is undoubtedly true that some people mistake sycophancy for good nature, but it is equally true that many more mistake impertinence for sincerity.

What some name well being, if bought by perpetual nervousness about weight loss plan, is not a lot better than tedious illness.

Some men's ugliness is hard to beat.

It seems no more than right that men should seize time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow, sooner or later, pulls all their hair out.

It is, perhaps, a debatable question, whether a person who has always been notoriously in the habit of lying, has a right to tell the truth; it is, of course, the only device by which he can deceive people.