Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
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.
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
It takes a bee to get the honey out
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.