There Are Many Statues Of Men Slaying

Every Man Carries Two Bags About Him, One In Front And One Behind, And Both Are Full Of Faults. The Bag In Front Contains His Neighbors' Faults, The One Behind His Own. Hence It Is That Men Do Not See Their Own Faults, But Never Fail To See Those Of Others.

If You Were Foolish Enough To Sing All The Summer, You Must Dance Supperless To Bed In The Winter.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

The Safeguards Of Virtue Are Hateful To The Evil Disposed.

The Injuries We Do And Those We Suffer Are Seldom Weighed In The Same Scales.