A witty writer is like a porcupine; his quill makes no distinction between friend and foe.
Shame is the dying embers of virtue.
We mingle in society not so much to meet others as to escape ourselves.
Advice maybe wrong, but examples prove themselves.
Economy is a savings-bank, into which men drop pennies, and get dollars in return.
The quickest way to take the starch out of someone who is always blaming himself is to agree with him.