Common Sense Is Instinct, And Enough Of

A Witty Writer Is Like A Porcupine; His Quill Makes No Distinction Between Friend And Foe.

Sekts And Creeds Ov Religion, Are Like Pocket Compesses, Good Enuff Tu Pinte Out The Direction, But The Nearer The Pole Yu Git Thewuss Tha Wurk.

The Soul Has More Diseases Than The Body.

It's A Wise Man Who Profits By His Own Experience, But It's A Good Deal Wiser One Who Lets The Rattlesnake Bite The Other Fellow.

A Wise Man Never Enjoys Himself So Much, Or A Fool So Little, As When He Is Alone.