“The gods help them who help themselfs.” Upon the same principle mankind praze thoze who praze themselfs.
Falling in love iz like falling into mollassiss, sweet but dreadful dobby.
Hunters and gamblers are poor ekonemists, they kill time, a species ov game that kant be reproduced.
Good breeding iz the art ov avoiding familiarity, and at the same time making the company satisfied with you and pleazed with themselfs.
Tew be happy—take things az they cum, and let them go jist az they cum.
It takes a grate deal of money tew make a man ritch, but it don’t take but little virtew.
It iz the little things ov this life that plague us—
Muskeeters are plenty, elephants skarse.
What an agreeable world this would be tew liv in if we could pump all the pride and selfishness out ov it! It would improve it az much az taking the fire and brimstun out ov the other world.
Don’t mistake plezzure for happiness; it iz entirely a different breed ov dogs. Thare is a grate deal ov exquisitt plezzure in happiness, but thare iz a grate deal ov plezzure that haz no happiness in it.