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.

A man bitten by a dog, whether the animal is mad or not, is apt to get mad himself.

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

Some people seem as if they can never have been children, and others seem as if they could never be anything else.

Prudery is often immodestly modest; its habit is to multiply sentinels in proportion as the fortress is less threatened.

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

A bare assertion is not necessarily the naked truth.