Men who hav a good deal tew say, use the fewest words.
Punning iz nothing more than mimickry, the best punster now living iz a monkey; he makes a pun on a louse forty times a day bi skratching hiz head.
The road tew wealth iz a highway, but the road tew knowledge iz a byeway.
Shame iz the dieing embers of virtew.
I don’t know ov a better kure for sorrow than tew pity sum boddy else.
Experience iz a grindstun, and it iz lucky for us if we kan git brightened by it, not ground.
We shouldn’t forgit one thing, that thare iz not a single fee simple on this futstool; even the best tooth in our hed may fall tew aking before sunset and hav tew be jerked out.
Ignorance iz the wet nuss of prejudice.
Anticipation iz constantly nibbling expekted pleazure untill it consumes it, jiss so the skool boy, who visits his basket during the forenoon too often, has allreddy diskounted hiz dinner.
I never knu a man trubbled with melankolly, who had plenty to dew, and did it.