Wishes, like castles in the air, are inexpensive and not taxable.

He who sports compliments, unless he takes good aim, may miss his mark, and be wounded by the recoil of his own weapon.

The bee, though it finds every rose has a thorn, comes back loaded with honey from his rambles; and why should not other tourists do the same?

Avarice fills its purse at the expense of its belly.

Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.

A man is never astonished that he doesn't know what another does, but he is surprised at the gross ignorance of the other in not knowing what he does.

Fastidiousness is the envelope of indelicacy.