Rogues Are Prone To Find Things Before

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

He Is One Of Those Wise Philanthropists Who, In A Time Of Famine, Would Vote For Nothing But A Supply Of Toothpicks.

O This Itch Of The Ear, That Breaks Out At The Tongue! Were Not Curiosity So Over-busy, Detraction Would Soon Be Starved To Death.

Wits, Like Drunken Men With Swords, Are Apt To Draw Their Steel Upon Their Best Acquaintances.

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.