Az men gro older, their opinyuns, like their disseazes, grow kronick.
Wimmin luv their hustbands, but tha worship their bonnets.
The man who kant liv a week on hope, and then maik a harty meal on the result is no philozopher.
I often cum akross inidividoals, quite oftenly, who think tha hav never committed enny sins or indiscreshuns in this life, such people i pitty, for they wont kno when they git to heaven.
Az a gineral thing, if yu want tew git at the truth ov a perlitikal argyment, hear both sides and beleave neither.
Thare iz a multitude of folks who mean well enuff but how like the devel tha act.
Opportunitays, like eggs don't kum but one at a time.
I luv to gaze upon a hily eddikated and intilektooal woman, but I kant sa that I want tew belong tew one ov this klass.