Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.