The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.
You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
I would like to be like my father and all the rest of my ancestors who never married.
Assassination's the fastest way.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?