The man who haz never enjoyed the plezzure ov being forgiven, haz missed one ov the greatest luxurys ov life.
I hav seen coquettry, that had no more malice in it, than a ewe lamb, frisking on the green.
When i cum acrost a man who utters hiz opinyuns with immense deliberashun, and after they are uttered they dont amount to ennything, I write him down “misterious phool.”
The grate cry ov the world now daze iz, “Whats trumps.”
Love iz a weakness,—but it iz the same kind ov a weakness that repentance iz, both ov them are creditable tew our natures.
A man iz hiz own best friend, and worst enemy.
Jealousy iz one ov loves parasites.
We kan endure vices in the young that we should despise in the old—(pleaze make a note ov this old phellows).
Friendship iz like earthenware, if it iz broken it kan be mended, but love iz like a mirror, once broken, that ends it.
I dont kno ov enny thing on the face ov this earth more remorseless, than 7 per cent interest.