What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.