About the best thing that experiense kan do for us iz tew learn us how tew enjoy mizery.
It iz a grate art tew kno how tew “gather figs from thistles,” but philosophy teaches it.
The reazon whi so phew people are happy in this world iz bekauze they mistake their boddys for their souls.
We are poor not from what we need, but from what we want; necissitys are not only natral, but cheap.
I had rather hav a drop ov pepmint ile than a quart ov pepmint essence—i had rather drink out ov a spring than tew drink a hundred yards belo, for this reazon, when I read a book it iz one written by an old author whoze thoughts the modern writer haz attempted tew improve bi diluting.
This world iz phull ov heros and heroines, and the reason whi so menny ov them live unnoticed iz bekause they adorn every day life and not an ockashun.
All suckcessful flirts hav sharp eyes, one eye they keep on yu and one on the other phellow.
Vanity iz called a discreditabel pashun, but the good things that men do kan oftner be traced tew their vanity than tew their virtew.
Man iz a hily eddikated animal.