Men often applaud an imitation and hiss the real thing.
The injuries we do and the injuries we suffer are seldom weighed on the same scales.
Enemies promises were made to be broken.
Slow and steady wins the race.
He that always gives way to others will end in having no principles of his own.
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
There once was a Bald Man who sat down after work on a hot summer's day. A Fly came up and kept buzzing about his bald pate, and stinging him from time to time. The Man aimed a blow at his little enemy, but - whack - his palm come on his own head instead; again the Fly tormented him, but this time the Man was wiser and said: ''YOU WILL ONLY INJURE YOURSELF IF YOU TAKE NOTICE OF DISPICABLE ENEMIES.''
Please all, and you will please none.