Take all the good luk out ov this world, and millionaires and heroes would be dredful skarse.
Genius, like the yung eagle, don’t hav tew make enny trial trips, but when it iz full fledged, pushes boldly out, even towards the sun.
Fortune iz represented az blind, and thoze who receive most ov her favours go it blind.
If thare want no evil in this world, thare wouldn’t be much wisdum, i suppoze.
It iz the little things ov life that makes the burden heavy—to carry a hundred weight at once iz no grate load, but tew hav it put on our backs, a pound at a time, iz.
Men are often praized for their sagassity, but all the fore-sight in the world kant tell a dubble yelked egg untill it iz broken.
Haven’t yu ever seen a little child tri tew pik up four apples with its little hands at once, and spill at least two ov them? 267 Men are konstantly trieing the same game, with the same kind ov suckcess.
One way tew define love iz, that it makes us pheal phunny and akt phoolish.
Love feeds on hopes and fears, and, like the chameleon, takes its color from what it feeds on.
Silence makes but phew blunders, and thoze it kan easily korrekt.