What is past is prologue.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.