“Nobody shoots at Santa Claus.” — Samuel Butler

I do not mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy.

Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.

Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine.

Money is the last enemy that shall never be subdued. While there is flesh there is money or the want of money, but money is always on the brain so long as there is a brain in reasonable order.