Next to the very young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.

There is a skeleton in every house.

If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.

As if the ray which travels from the sun would reach me sooner than the man who blacks my boots.

Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.