The weakest goes to the wall.

Love laughs at locksmiths.

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time