Confess your sins to the Lord and you will be forgiven; confess them to man and you will be laughed at.

Take the humbug out of this world, and you haven't much left to do business with.

If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.

And now the lads and lasses, following the example of the birds, bill and coo together.

Prejudice is a house-plant which is very apt to wilt if you take it out-of-doors among folks.

Poverty is the step-mother of genius.

The road to ruin is always in good repair, and the travellers pay the expense of it.