“Servants don’t know a good master till they have served a worse.”

Vices are their own punishment.

The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.

Sometimes the slow ones blame the active for the delay.

Men often applaud an imitation and hiss the real thing.

A man is known by the company he keeps.

United you will be more than a match for your enemies. But if you quarrel and separate, your weakness will put you at the mercy of those who attack you.

He that always gives way to others will end in having no principles of his own.

Give assistance, not advice, in a crisis.

A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.

The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.

Beware of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

A dog used to run up quietly to the heels of everyone he met, and to bite them without notice.

Expect no reward when you serve the wicked, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pain

Our mere anticipations of life outrun its realities.

Better be wise by the misfortunes of others than by your own.

Servants don’t know a good master till they have served a worse.

I got a boss mentality.

Nobody is my boss.

If you can’t paint in Paris, you’d better give up and marry the boss’s daughter.

You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

When big-time blunders occur in any workplace, the boss or bosses usually are at fault, not clerks or secretaries or salespeople.

Not reporters, the buck stops with the boss.

I let ballplayers yell back at me because I wasn’t trying to prove I’m boss. I know I’m boss.

The bosses can’t read your mind, so I think women should tell them what they want out of their careers.