It iz very diffikult tew kalkulate upon suckcess, unless a man sets up for a phool—in this department, i hav known hundreds to succeed, contrary tew their expektashuns.
I don’t want enny better evidence that a man iz a phool than tew see him cultivate excentricitys.
The man who kan conceal hiz real karakter when he iz drunk, or in a pashion, haz got a giant karakter.
I have found out that happiness konsists in working bizzy 12 hours, sleeping 8 hours, and playing checkures 4 hours, out ov every 24.
Mankind loves misterys—a hole in the ground, excites more wonder than a star in the heavans.
“Experience iz a good schoolmaster,” but reason iz a better one.
A Pedant iz a lernt phool—pedantry iz a little knowledge on parade—pedantry iz hypocrasy, without enny malice in it.
All the good men in this world hav got the same kind ov religion, it iz only the ded-beats frauds, and hypokrits, whoze religion differs.
Pride iz a looking-glass, into which men look, and seeing themselfs, they strut, and stick up their noze at other folks.
How on arth kan we trust man kind, or woman kind, when thare aint one out ov ten ov them, dare trust themselfs.