I don’t suppoze thare haz ever lived a man without a single virtew. Even Judas Iskariot “went and hanged himself.”
The old saying haz it, “it iz a wize child that knows hiz own father,” but in theze daze ov progreshun it iz a wize father that knows hiz own child.
The vanity ov most men iz so mutch more than a match for their experience that they seldum learn enny thing bi experience.
The pashuns are like the wick ov a lighted kandle—they don’t die out untill they are burnt out.
Thare iz lots ov folks who are in sich a grate hurry tew git religion that they confess sins they aint gilty ov, and overlook thoze that they am.
A man with a hed phull ov branes kan afford tew be kareless once in a while, for even hiz blunders are brilliant.
Experience inkreases our wizdum, but don’t reduse our phollys.
Buty iz power; but the most treacherous one i kno ov.
The man who haz got into the habit ov never making enny blunders, iz altogether too good to liv in this world.
Wimmin bi natur are all coquets, and men bi natur are all braggarts.