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

There is no limit to the vanity of this world. Each spoke in the wheel thinks the whole strength of the wheel depends upon it.

The books are balanced in heaven, not here.

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

Marrying a woman for her money is very much like setting a rat-trap, and baiting it with your own finger.

If you believe you can do something, then you can acquire the ability to do it even if you didn't have it in the beginning.

Building air castles is a harmless business as long as you don't attempt to live in them.