Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.

'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

He tried the luxury of doing good.

But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

The liar's punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe any one else.

Never tell everything at once.