Sometimes The Slow Ones Blame The Active

Necessity Knows No Law.

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

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.

We Often Give Our Enemies The Means For Our Own Destruction.

Do Nothing Without Regard To The Consequences.