A man who lies about beer makes enemies

I work until beer o'clock.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Wee commonly say of a prodigall man that hee is no man's foe but his owne.

The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.