It is wiser to find out than to suppose.
Use the right word, not its second cousin.
Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.
The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again.
Every time I read a Jane Austen novel, I feel like a bartender at the gates of heaven.
How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.