Some men's ugliness is hard to beat.

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 great many political speeches are literary parricides; they kill their fathers.

Much smoking kills live men and cures dead swine.

Some men give as little light in the world as a farthing tallow candle, and when they expire, leave as bad an odor behind them.

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

Some men's ugliness is hard to beat.