The man who kan live in idleness successfully, must either be too pure or too lazy to commit enny sin. Poetri iz a disseaze common tew all the literati: sum hav it quite hard, but most hav it dredful lite.
Inkredulity iz the wisdum ov a phool; it iz only a wize man who kan afford tew be credulous.
Prejudice iz a hous plant which is very apt tew wither if yu take it out doors amungst pholks.
The devil holds poor kards, but he plays them mighty well.
What iz the next wust thing tew lieing? Gitting ketched at it.
I am so phully aware ov the uncertainty ov the law, that if a man whom i had never seen nor heard ov should su me for a debt ov one hundred dollars, and i couldn’t kompound with him for fifty, i would pay the whole rather than defend the suit.
I hav noticed this diffrence between people—thare is some who are not az big phools as they look.
Most authors in writing neglekt their punktuashuns, espeshily the full stop.
I hav seen pholks so melankolly and so gloomy that they wouldn’t admit thare waz a brite side tew ennything in this world, not even tew a nu haff dollar.
If wit forms the blade, good sense should be the handle and benevolence the skabbard ov the sword.