Where all of the man is what property he owns, it does not take long to annihilate him.

A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

The continuance and frequent fits of anger produce in the soul a propensity to be angry; which oftentimes ends in choler, bitterness, and moronity, when the mid becomes ulcerated, peevish, and querulous, and is wounded by the least occurrence.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

A dull ax never loves grindstones.