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

There is only one good substitute for the endearments of a sister, and that is the endearments of some other fellow's sister.

Man is my brother, and I am nearer related to him through his vices than I am through his virtue.

Shame is the dying embers of virtue.

Most people when they come to you for advice, come to have their own opinions strengthened, not corrected.

It's a wise man who profits by his own experience, but it's a good deal wiser one who lets the rattlesnake bite the other fellow.

A witty writer is like a porcupine; his quill makes no distinction between friend and foe.