Caesar or nothing.

In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Nothing could be more dangerous than following the popular maxim whereby it is the spirit of the law that must be consulted. This is an embankment that, once broken, gives way to a torrent of opinions.

He said it requires special washer. He said he'd have to take whole sink out, and he didn't have the part in his truck. I'm not real handy with that stuff, so I just took his word for it.