True love is not only blind, but too gallant to ask a lady’s age.
There is one excuse for every mistake a man can make, but only one. When a fellow makes the same mistake twice he’s got to throw up both hands and own up to carelessness or cussedness.
Give fools the first and women the last word.
Beginning before you know what you want to say and keeping on after you have said it lands a merchant in a lawsuit or the poorhouse, and the first is a shortcut to the second.
And a diplomatist is one who lets the other fellow think he’s getting his way, while all the time he’s having his own. It never does any special harm to let people have their way with their mouths.
Culture is not a matter of a change of climate.
The easiest way in the world to make enemies is to hire friends.
Having money and buying things with money is a good thing. But also do not forget to check occasionally to lose if you do not buy anything with money or not.
A fellow and his business should be bosom friends in the office and sworn enemies out of it.
Never ask a man what he knows, but what he can do.
Putting off a hard thing makes it impossible.
Were we all one body, we should lose the tremendous stimulation that comes from the present arrangement, and I fear that our uniformity would become the uniformity of death and the tomb.
A tactful man can pull the stinger from a bee without getting stung.
The world is full of bright men who know all the right things to say and who say them in the wrong place.
It’s all right when you are calling on a girl or talking with friends after dinner to run a conversation like a Sunday-school excursion, with stops to pick flowers; but in the office your sentences should be the shortest distance possible between periods.
Say less than the other fellow and listen more than you talk; for when a man’s listening he isn’t telling on himself and he’s flattering the fellow who is.
Books are all right, but dead men’s brains are no good unless you mix a live one’s with them.
Procrastination is the longest word in the language, but there’s only one letter between its ends when they occupy their proper places in the alphabet.
Every fellow is really two men – what he is and what he might be; and you’re never absolutely sure which you’re going to bury till he’s dead.
The more I deal in it, the surer I am that human nature is all of the same critter, but that there’s a heap of choice in the cuts.