And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he’d had any.
Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store – He frightened it to the core – Yet somehow, by Fate’s plan, Though he’d lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.
I shall be as secret as the grave.
Never meddle with play-actors, for they’re a favoured race.
He preaches well that lives well.
The man who fights for his ideals is alive.
Every dog has his day.
Too much sanity may be madness.
Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.
Make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world. Yet from this lesson thou will learn to avoid the frog’s foolish ambition of swelling to rival the bigness of the ox.
Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.
The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece...
Heaven’s help is better than early rising.
He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.
Don’t put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted.
The worst reconciliation is better than the best divorce.
Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.
But do not give it to a lawyer’s clerk to write, for they use a legal hand that Satan himself will not understand.
They must needs go whom the Devil drives.
Every production must resemble its author.