You May Share The Labors

Little Liberties Are Great Offenses.

A Kindness Is Never Wasted

There Was Once 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 Came On His 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.

While I See Many Hoof Marks Going In, I See None Coming Out. It Is Easier To Get Into The Enemy's Toils Than Out Again.

The Tyrant Will Always Find A Pretext For His Tyranny.