Is not the truth the truth?
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions
To do a great right do a little wrong.