The wounds from a lover are worth it; kisses from an enemy do you in.
Liars secretly hoard hatred; fools openly spread slander.
A good thrashing purges evil; punishment goes deep within us.
When you’ve stuffed yourself, you refuse dessert; when you’re starved, you could eat a horse.
In the end, serious reprimand is appreciated far more than bootlicking flattery.
“The people I love, I call to account—prod and correct and guide so that they’ll live at their best. Up on your feet, then! About face! Run after God!