Thare ain’t but phew men who kan stick a white hankerchef into the brest pocket ov their overcoat without letting a little ov it stick out—just bi acksident.
LOBSTIR SALLAD.
A slander iz like a hornet, if yu kant kill it dead the fust blo, yu better not strike at it.
Politeness iz a shrewd way folks haz ov flattering themselfs.
I make this distinkshun between charakter and reputashun—reputashun iz what the world thinks ov us, charakter iz what the world knows ov us.
What a ridikilus farce it iz to be continually on the hunt for peace and quiet.
No man ever yet increased hiz reputashun bi contradikting lies.
Anxiety alwus steps on itself.
Silence, like darkness, iz generally safe.
Thare iz only two things that i kno ov that a man wont brag ov, one iz lieing, and tuther iz jealousy.