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.

Some men's ugliness is hard to beat.

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.

A good many men and women want to get possession of secrets just as spendthrifts want to get money-for circulation.

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.

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