Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals