Those Things That Hurt, Instruct.

All Cats Look Gray In The Dark.

You Have On Hand Those Things That You Need If You Have But The Wit And Wisdom To Use Them.

Three May Keep A Secret, If Two Of Them Are Dead.

In Other Men We Faults Can Spy,/ And Blame The Mote That Dims Their Eye;/ Each Little Speck And Blemish Find;/ To Our Own Stronger Errors Blind.

A People Who Chose Security Over Liberty Will Receive Neither Nor Deserve Either.