Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!