Genius ain't anything more than elegant common sense.
Sekts and creeds ov religion, are like pocket compesses, good enuff tu pinte out the direction, but the nearer the pole yu git thewuss tha wurk.
We mingle in society not so much to meet others as to escape ourselves.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt, not swallowed.
Tears are a good alterative, but a poor diet.
If the world despises a hypocrite, what must they think of him in heaven?