Poetry is as natral a disease tew the human family, as the winde kolick, and in most cases what will cure one, will cure the other.
How menny people thare are in this world who spend aul their lives in a hole, and always back into that.
The best way tew keep a secret, is tew forget it.
I never knew a coward who was afraid tew lie.
It is a curius fact that most everyboddy komplains ov their misfortunes, and yet, thare ain't ennyboddy who has got the itch, or salt rume bad, but what thinks his kind ov itch is a better kind than his nabor's.
Kompliments are like the frosting put on the top ov a cake, only intended for ornament.
If a man has got 375 thousand dollars, and is contented, he is happy—"jess so."
I don't serpose thare is enny sich thing as "time,"—time is a mere parasite ov Eternity.
XLII.