Sometimes The Slow Ones Blame The Active

Every Man Should Be Content To Mind His Own Business.

Notoriety Is Often Mistaken For Fame.

A Wild Boar Was Sharpening His Tusks Upon The Trunk Of A Tree In The Forest When A Fox Came By And Asked, Why Are You Doing That, Pray? The Huntsmen Are Not Out Today And There Are No Other Dangers At Hand That I Can See. True, My Friend, Replied The Boar, But The Instant My Life Is In Danger, I Shall Need To Use My Tusks. There Will Be No Time To Sharpen Them Then.

There Can Be Little Liking Where There Is No Likeness.

If Words Suffice Not, Blows Must Follow.