After the event, even a fool is wise.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

I want to be alone with my thought.