Little rogues easily become great ones.
Nor eye in a letter, nor hand in a purse, nor ear in the secret of another.
Well done is better than well said.
Many foxes grow gray but few grow good.
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand.
If it were not for the Belly, the Back might wear Gold.