Everybody in this world wants watching, but nobody more than ourselves.
There is a sort of charm in ugliness, if the person has some redeeming qualities and is only ugly enough.
It is a great art to be superior to others without letting them know it.
One legged chickens, I know, are the least apt to scratch a garden.
Common sense is instinct, and enough of it is genius.
When I see a man of shallow understanding extravagantly clothed, I feel sorry - for the clothes.