I say, owe no man; owing iz but little better than stealing.
We are governed more by opinyun than we are bi conscience; this iz giving up a noble prerogative, and playing a very poor seckond fiddle.
The man who iz striktly honest, and nothing over, haint got enny thing more tew brag on than a pair ov steelyards haz. Sum ov the meanest cusses i ever knu had got tew be so honest, bi long praktiss, that they could guess at a pound.
If a man haint got grit enuff tu stand the temptashun ov a gin cocktail, how kan he fight a real diffikulty when he gits a chance?
Awl plezzures are lawful that don't end in making us feel sorry.
The man who kan be proud in the presence ov kings, humble when he communes with himself, sassy tu poverty, and polite tu truth, iz one ov the boys.
Natur duz awl her big and little jobs without making enny furse; the earth goes around the sun, the moon changes, the eklipses, and the pollywog, silently and taillessly, bekums a frog, but man kant even deliver a small-sized 4th ov July orashun without knocking down a mountain or two, and tareing up three or four primeval forests by the bleeding rutes.
Liberty iz a just mixture ov freedom, restraint and protektion.
Advice iz like kastor-ile, eazy enuff to give, but dredful uneazy tew take.
A good conscience iz a foretaste ov heaven.
Thare iz few, if enny, more suggestive sights tew a philosopher, than tew lean agin the side ov the wall, and peruse a clean, phatt, aud well disiplined baby, spread out on the floor, trieing tew smash a hammer awl tew pieces with a looking glass.
If yu would be successful in corekting the iniquitys ov the people, fire at their vices, not at the people; the trew way to abuze a drunkard iz to brake hiz jug.
Life iz a punktuated paragraff, disseazes are the commas, sickness the semicolons, and death the full stop.
No man iz ritch who wants enny more than what he haz got.
Don't giv outward appearances awl the credit, the spirit ov a handsum boot iz the little fut that iz in it.
I don't beleaf in bad luck being sot for a man, like a trap, but i hav known lots ov folks, who if thare waz enny fust rate bad luck lieing around loose, would be sure tew git one foot in it enny how.
The man who wrote, "I would not liv always, I ask not tew sta," probably never had been urged sufficiently.