If These Town Gods Can't Detect The

If You Are A Friend, Why Do You Bite Me So Hard? If An Enemy, Why Do You Fawn On Me?

If Words Suffice Not, Blows Must Follow.

Don't Neglect The Future In Times Of Plenty, For Tomorrow You May Need What You Wasted Today.

Only Cowards Insult Dying Majesty.

There Was Once A Bald Man Who Sat Down After Work On A Hot Summer's Day. A Fly Came Up And Kept Buzzing About His Bald Pate, And Stinging Him From Time To Time. The Man Aimed A Blow At His Little Enemy, But — Whack — His Palm Came On His Head Instead; Again The Fly Tormented Him, But This Time The Man Was Wiser And Said: You Will Only Injure Yourself If You Take Notice Of Dispicable Enemies.