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.

It takes a bee to get the honey out

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.