The most dangerous characters in the world are thoze who live in the subburbs ov virtew—they are rotten ice.
Lazyness iz a good deal like money—the more a man haz ov it, the more he seems tew want.
Thare iz no such thing az inheriting virtew; money and titles and fever sores kan be inherited.
The virtews of a convent are like hot-house fruits—tender, but tasteless.
Life iz like a mountain—after climbing up one side and sliding down the other, put up the sled.
When a man proves a literary failure, he generally sets up for a critick, and like the fox in the fable, who had lost hiz brush in a trap, kant see a nice long tail without hankering tew bob it.
The devil owes most ov his success tew the fackt that he iz alwus on hand.
Coquetts often beat up the game, while the Prudes bag it.
Thare iz only one excuse for impudence, and that iz ignoranse.
Modest men, in trieing tew be impudent, alwus git sassy.