Sarvants spile your habits here, and books spite your mind.

I wouldn't swap ideas with any man.

I make my own opinions, as I used to do my own clocks; and I find they are truer than other men's.

The Turks are so cussed heavy, they have people to dance for 'em; the English are wus, for they hire people to think for 'em.

Never read a book, Squire, always think for yourself.
"Well, arter breakfast, it's on hat and coat, ombrella in hand, (don't never forget that, for the rumatiz, like the perlice, is always on the look out here, to grab hold of a feller,) and go somewhere where there is somebody, or another, and smoke, and then wash it down with a sherry-cobbler; (the drinks ain't good here; they hante no variety in them nother; no white-nose, apple-jack, stone-wall, chain-lightning, rail-road, hail-storm, ginsling-talabogus, switchel-flip, gum-ticklers, phlem-cutters, juleps, skate-iron, cast-steel, cock-tail, or nothin', but that heavy stupid black fat porter;) then down to the coffee-house, see what vessels have arrived, how markets is, whether there is a chance of doin' any thin' in cotton or tobacco, whose broke to home, and so on.