The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
Journalists are like dogs, when ever anything moves they begin to bark.
We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.
It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.