The devil iz the only individual on reckord who iz sed not tew possess a single virtew.
Thare iz nothing that a man will git so sik ov az too mutch mollassis.
The vices which a man kontrakts in hiz youth, however mutch he may shake them oph, will often call on him thru life, and seek tew renew hiz acquaintance.
Prudery iz often like the chesnutt burr. It seems az tho it never would open, but by and by it duz, and lets the fruit drop out.
Every man haz hiz phollys, but thare iz this difference—in the poor man, they look like crimes, while, in the ritch man, they only appear tew be exsentricitys.
Old age inkreases us in wisdom, and also in rumatism.
I kno lots ov pholks who are pius jist bekauze they waz born so. They kant tell when they got religion, and, if they should looze it, they wouldn’t kno it.
We never outgro our phollys—we only alter them.
Thare iz this difference between charity and a gift—charity cums from the heart; a gift, from the pocket.
Coquets are generally too silly to be very wicked.