There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.
It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.
A wise man does not chatter with one whose mind is sick.
One thinking it is right to speak all things, whether the word is fit for speech or unutterable.