If You Would Keep Your Secret From

The Learned Fool Writes His Nonsense In Better Language Than The Unlearned, But It Is Still Nonsense.

My Father's Little Library Consisted Chiefly Of Books In Polemic Divinity, Most Of Which I Read, And Have Since Often Regretted That, At A Time When I Had Such A Thirst For Knowledge, More Proper Books Had Not Fallen In My Way Since It Was Now Resolved I Should Not Be A Clergyman.

When In Doubt, Don't.

In America, They Do Not Inquire Of A Stranger, "what Is He?" But, "what Can He Do?"

She That Paints Her Face, Thinks Of Her Tail.