The charity that hastens to proclaim its good deeds, ceases to be charity, and is only pride and ostentation.
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
A smiling face is half the meal.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Neither did the cop car that went past, nor the firetruck, nor the next three cop-cars.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.