Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
Cant is the twin sister of hypocrisy.
The beginning is the promise of the end.
Not that which men do worthily, but that which they do successfully, is what history makes haste to record.
A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.