But baby pigeons do exist.
Observations by and for the vaguely disenchanted.
Risking the wrath of the whatever
from high atop the thing.
Published Monday-Thursday. Usually.
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A good countenance is a letter of recommendation.
All nature wears one universal grin.
Every physician almost hath his favorite disease.
Guilt has very quick ears to an accusation.
His designs were strictly honorable, as the phrase is; that is, to rob a lady of her fortune by way of marriage.
If you make money your god, it will plague you like the devil.
It is much easier to make good men wise, than to make bad men good.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
It is not from nature, but from education and habits, that our wants are chiefly derived.
Let no man be sorry he has done good, because others have done evil.
Love and scandal are the best sweeteneers of tea.
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
Neither great poverty nor great riches will hear reason.
Never trust the man who hath reason to suspect that you know he hath injured you.
One fool at least in every married couple.
Public schools are the nurseries of all vice and immorality.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
The slander of some people is as great a recommendation as the praise of others.
There are a set of religious, or rather moral writers, who teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery, in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.
There is not in the universe a more ridiculous, nor more contemptible animal, than a proud clergyman.
We are as liable to be corrupted by books as we are by companions.
When I'm not thanked at all, I'm thanked enough; I've done my duty, and I've done no more.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.