The thoroughbred wanderer
A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.
Travelers are like poets. They are mostly an angry race.
They lard their lean books with the fat of others work.
As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces;
but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.
The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.
When I played drunks I had to remain sober because I didn't know how to play them when I was drunk.