A skeptik iz one who knows too mutch to be a good phool, and too little to be wise.
Slander travels on the wind, and whare it cums from, and whare it will go we don’t enny ov us seem tew kno.
Look out for thoze pholks who are familiar on short notiss, they are like hornets, they mean sting.
When a man ov larning talks he makes us wonder, but a wize man makes us think.
It iz safe to say that thoze who go into solitude are not fit for sosiety, and thoze who are not fit for sosiety are certainly unfit for solitude.
A sophist iz one who puts hiz light under a half-bushel for the sake ov letting the light shine thru the kracks.
Style in writing iz like style in dress—a good fit.
How menny suspishus people one meets in this world. If their nozes waz stuffed with kotton wool they would smell sum kind ov a rat.
Most ov the animiles and insex (az well az the men) liv on each other, but the spider iz the meanest in the whole lot, for they set traps for their viktims, and dont even bait the traps.
What should we do if it want for the churches? Thare iz a plenty ov people who kant worship God only in a church. If they were out in a field on the Sabbath day they would at once bekum lawless, and fall to digging out woodchucks or hunting for bumblebees’ nests.