Don't mistake pleasure for happiness. They are a different breed of dogs.

Admiration is a youthful fancy will which scarcely ever survives to mature years.

The happiest time in any man's life is when he is in red-hot pursuit of a dollar with a reasonable prospect of overtaking it.

Put an Englishman into the garden of Eden, and he would find fault with the whole blasted concern; put a Yankee in, and he would see where he could alter it to advantage; put an Irishman in, and he would want to boss the thing; put a Dutchman in, and he would proceed to plant it.

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.

Don't have any more secrets than you can keep yourself.

A good way I know to find happiness, is to not bore a hole to fit the plug.