In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.
I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
Worries go down better with soup than without.
By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.