Ill-nature is a sort of running sore of the disposition.

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, But four times he who gets his blow in fust

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.

Dangers are sum like a kold bath, very dangerous while you stand stripped on the bank, but often not only harmless, but invigorating, if you pitch into them.

One of the rarest things that a man ever does, is to do the best he can.

When I see a man of shallow understanding extravagantly clothed, I feel sorry - for the clothes.

A man cannot learn to be wise any more than he can learn to be handsome.