There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
If there is a good will, there is great way.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
Memory, the warder of the brain.