“Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.”

[Mandis, Steven G., The Real Madrid Way: How Values Created the Most Successful Sports Team on the Planet, 2016, BenBella Books, https://books.google.fi/books/about/The_Real_Madrid_Way.html?id=IEbQDAAAQBAJ&redir_esc=y, 978-1-942952-54-1]
After Sergio Ramos' 93rd-minute header, which cancelled out Diego Godín's first-half goal.
2014 UEFA Champions League Final

Part One, One
The Dud Avocado (1958)
Context: It was a hot, peaceful, optimistic sort of day in September. It was around eleven in the morning, I remember, and I was drifting down the boulevard St. Michel, thoughts rising in my head like little puffs of smoke, when suddenly a voice bellowed into my ear: "Sally Jay Gorce! What the hell? Well, for Christ’s sake, can this really be our own little Sally Jay Gorce?” I felt a hand ruffling my hair and I swung around, furious at being so rudely awakened.
Who should be standing there in front of me, in what I immediately spotted as the Left Bank uniform of the day, dark wool shirt and a pair of old Army suntans, but my old friend Larry Keevil. He was staring down at me with some alarm.
I said hello to him and added that he had frightened me, to cover any bad-tempered expression that might have been lingering on my face, but he just kept on staring dumbly at me.
"What have you been up to since … since … when the hell was it that I last saw you?” he asked finally.
Curiously enough I remembered exactly.

To Sleep (A Flock of Sheep), l. 13 (1806).

Source: Lord of Light

Source: The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

As quoted in Successories.com http://www.successories.com/iquote/author/14767/lorin-maazel-quotes/1

2000s, 2001, Cynthia McKinney's Last Stand (2001)

Act II
Empedocles on Etna (1852)