Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.