Many a writer seems to think he is never profound except when he can't understand his own meaning.

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

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.

Many writers profess great exactness in punctuation who never yet made a point.

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

A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty saying are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.