Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.
A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.
Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.
We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.
Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.
In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.