Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
There's small choice in rotten apples.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.