Thare iz this difference between genius and tallent, one iz a natral reservoi, and the other haz tew be kontinually pumpt up.
“Misery luvs kompany,” but kant bear kompetishun, thare aint no boddy but what thinks thare bile iz the sorest bile in markit.
A reputashun for honor once lost, iz lost forever.
Men who kno the least, alwus argy the most.
A crowing hen, and a kakling rooster, are the poorest kind ov poultry.
To be a big man amung big men, iz what proves a man’s karakter—to be a bul frog amung tadpoles, dont amount to mutch.
What a blessed thing it iz that we kant “see ourselfs az others see us,”—the sight would take all the starch out ov us.
Thare iz lots ov pholks in this wurld who kan keep nine 317 out ov ten ov the commandments, without enny trubble at all, but the one that iz left they kant keep the small end ov.
I never question a suckcess, enny more than i do the right ov a bull dog to lie in hiz own gateway.
To wake up from a sweet sleep, iz tew be born agin.