Adversity iz the fire that tempers the iron ov man into steel.
I never had a man cum tew me for advise yet but what i soon diskovered that he thought more ov hiz own opinyun than he did ov mine.
Edukashun that don’t learn a man how tew think iz like knowing the multiplikashun forward but not bakwards.
Suckcess in this life iz like watching for a rat—the rat iz quite az app tew cum out at the other eend ov the hole.
Adversity haz the same effek on a phool that a hornet duz on a mule—it sets them tew kiking bak.
One ov the privileges ov old age seems tew be tew giv advise that noboddy will phollow, and relating experiences that every boddy distrusts.
An ill-natured old man and an old chawed up bull tarrier 259 are just the things tew set side bi side sumwhare in the sun, and fite flies for amuzement!
Vice in the young fills us with horror—in the old, with disgust.
Ambishun iz az natral tew the soul ov man az blood iz tew hiz boddy. Thare ain’t a shu blak on the face ov the earth but what beleaves he kan “shine em up” a leetle better than enny one else.
The only thing that we are positively sure ov in this life seems tew be the only thing that we think aint never a going tew happen, and that iz—death.