Nixon's motto was, if two wrongs don't make a right, try three.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?
If two wrongs don't make a right, then what do three wrongs make? What about four?
Two wrongs don't make a right. No, but three will get you back on the freeway!
Two wrongs may not make a right, but a thousand wrongs make a writer.
But, as my mother used to tell me, two wrongs don't make a right. But I soon figured out that three left turns do.
And just as two wrongs don't make a right, rage against offenders is probably the worst way to try to correct them.
Now, my mom always said two wrongs don't make a right. But she never said anything about four wrongs, and that always left me confused.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Two blacks make no white; two wrongs do not make a right.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but they make a good excuse.
Two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure makes us even.
All I know is two wrongs do not make a right. And nobody's perfect; ain't nobody right all the time.
I just think there is a right way to do things, and I don't think two wrongs make a right.
Make yourself as happy as possible, and try to make those happy whose lives come in touch with yours. But to attempt to right the wrongs and cease the sufferings of the world in general is a waste of effort.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but neither does one. Revenge may seem petty by day, but on some nights she becomes Justice.