A crowing hen and a cackling ruseter are very misfortunate poultry in a family.
Az a ginral thing the man who marrys a woman ov more uppercrust than himself will find the woman more anxious tew preserve the distance between them than tew bring him up tew her grade or go down tew hiz level.
Titles are valuable; they make us acquainted with menny persons who otherwise would be lost amung the rubbish.
Peace iz the soft and holy shadder that virtew casts.
Habits are like the wrinkles on a man's brow, if yu will smoothe out the one i will smoothe out the other.
It iz a darned sight eazier tew find six men who kan tell exactly how a thing ought tew be did than tew find one who will do it.
Marrying for money iz a meaner way tew git it than counterfiting.
Dispatch iz taking time bi the ears. Hurry iz taking it bi the end ov the tail.
The miser who heaps up gains tew gloat over iz like a hog in a pen fatted for a show.
This seems to be about the way it iz did: When we are yung, we _run_ into difikultys, and when we git old, we _fall_ into them.
Love seems tew hav this effekt, it makes a yung man sober, and an old man gay.
Love iz a lighted kandel, and coquets fly around it, just az a miller duz, till by-and-by they dive into it, and then what a burnt coquet and miller we hav.
It ain't bekauze lovers are so sensitiff that they quarrel so often, it iz bekauze thare iz so mutch phun in making up.
I don't kno but a Prude may possibly fall in love, but if they ever do, they don't kno it.
About the last thing a man duz tew korrekt hiz faults iz tew quit them.
I should jist az soon expekt tew see a monkey fall in love as to see a dandy.
The wimmen ought tew ketch all them phellows who part their hair in the middle, and clap a red flannel pettycoat on them.
The chief end ov woman, now daze, seems tew be to wear new silk clothes, and the chief end ov man seems to be to pay for them.
About all that this far famed _Philosophy_ kan teach us, iz tew suffer pain, and not own it, and it seems to hav reached the hight of its ambishun when it courts sorrow, for the sake ov being a martyr.
Pure ignoranse, after all, iz the best alloy for vanity, for a vain phool iz quite harmless. It iz better that we be grater than our condishun in life, than tew hav our condishun appear too grate for us.