Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness yet perhaps few...
I never saw heard nor read that the clergy were beloved in any nation...
We have enough religion to make us hate but not enough to make us love one...
The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable for the happy impute...
Southern political personalities like sweet corn travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas - stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.