Experience iz knowledge, and it will stik bi a phellow like the money he gits by hard knoxs.
I never hav seen a bigot yet but what had a small and apparently braneless hed—but i hain’t seen all the bigots, yu know.
Silence iz like darkness, a good place tew hide.
Thare iz no revenge so komplete az forgivness.
He that desires tew be ritch only to be charitable, iz not only a wize man, but a good one.
Grate welth, in our journey thru life, iz only extra baggage, and wants a heap ov watching.
The malice ov the world ain’t haff so dangerous az its flatterys.
If i feel that i am right, all the kurs in the country may snap at mi heels.
Trieing tew satisfy our desires with wealth iz like trieing tew stop up a rat hole with sand—the rats will soon dig out sum whare else.
A piece ov satire, tew be beneficial, should be so rendered that every man who reads, or hears it, shall say to himself, “That iz just, bekauze it hits every boddy but me.”