The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.
I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.
A sharp-tempered woman, or, for that matter, a man, Is easier to deal with than the clever type Who holds her tongue.
When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
According to success do we gain a reputation for judgement.