Gravity iz the homage that a phool pays to wisdum, without knowing it.
A flatterer iz a common enemy.
If mankind were obliged tew giv their gifts sekretly, they would look upon it az a grate hardship.
He that won’t listen, kan’t learn; phools and bobalinks are poor listeners, and hav but one song.
Thare iz nothing we talk so fluently about az happiness, and nothing we kno so little about.
Revenge iz the prerogative ov the brutes.
Manner iz a grate deal more attraktive than matter—espeshily in a monkey.
Whenever yu find a man who iz strikly honest, yu will find one who iz truly courageous.
When eloquence and wisdum kontend for the superiority in a man, he haz got about az far abuv the rest ov us az he kan git.
The luv ov change iz az natral in man az it iz in natur.