Your brother is he who consoles you

A person who does not speak out against wrong is a mute devil.

Those who are afraid of ghosts will find them.

Friction polishes the gem, Adversities the man.

Queen, Mother, CEO,
Woofer, Tweeter, Stereo,
Weave and spin the web of life
Tuck, snip, needle, knife.

Night's dark,
Desires dark,
Wrapped spine,
Lovers twine.

A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows public opinion.

A and B,
Beside Barneby,
Stop, sit, walk,
Chat, rest, talk.

He who is not sure of his own correctness will learn many things.

If you must play, decide three things first: the rules of the game, the stakes, and the quitting time.

Little Miss Kee,
And little miss Lee,
In a park quite early,
Around babies, women and elderly,
Played their game of HeeHoTums,
A game of queens, castles and kingdoms.

Beneath the silver, fire tree,
Played gypsy women three,
A slice of life, A roll of dies
Fortunes, Miseries, Truth and Lies.

Encheko, Kosheko, Ma, Ma,
A touch of drama,
On the streets they sell,
Where's Pete Edsell?

If we do not change our direction, we will end up where we are headed.

Song, music and dance,
Audience in trance,
The dog jumped in too,
More merrier whoo, hoo!

And there sat the strange bird,
Razored eyes, wings unfurled,
Toss of die, spin of board,
Fortunes and famines foretold.

By a little country dwell,
By a little country well,
Far from foreign eyes and feet,
They had a little loving meet.

A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home.

These two they frolickly danced,
Jumped, skipped and lithely pranced,
However, the eyes of the elder told,
Disapproval of the aged old.

In one of those far, remote towns,
With bearded kings and mystic clowns,
I saw two ethnics tie the knot
Sweets, Meats, Flowers and what not.