Avarice fills its purse at the expense of its belly.
There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven’t any myself, but I do like it in others.
Every man’s religion is his own, and nobody else’s business.
Impossible desires are the height of unreason.
Fact is stranger than fiction.
I have learnt a good deal from my own talk.
We reckon hours and minutes to be dollars and cents.
Lawyers are like spiders, they’ve eat up all the flies, and I guess they’ll have to eat each other soon.
Be it remembered that we command nature, as it were, by obeying nature’s laws; so the woman who would control her husband does so through obedience.
An uncontrolled imagination may become as surely intoxicated by overindulgence as a toper may do bodily with strong drink.
Absurdities die of self-strangulation.
A temperate anger has virtue in it.
A brave man is sometimes a desperado: a bully is always a coward.
Hurry is only admissible in catching flies.
Nature’s bank-dividends.
Fun has no limits. It is like the human race and face; there is a family likeness among all the species, but they all differ.
Fastidiousness is the envelope of indelicacy.
Loud-dressing men and women have also loud characters.
A coxcomb is four-fifths affectation and one-fifth vanity.
Ceremony is all backbone.
Self-possession is the backbone of authority.