. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.