We Would Often Be Sorry

Men Often Applaud An Imitation And Hiss The Real Thing.

Those Who Suffer Most Cry Out The Least.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.

Enemies' Promises Were Made To Be Broken.

Every Man Carries Two Bags About Him, One In Front And One Behind, And Both Are Full Of Faults. The Bag In Front Contains His Neighbors' Faults, The One Behind His Own. Hence It Is That Men Do Not See Their Own Faults, But Never Fail To See Those Of Others.