There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men

Is there no way for men to be, but womenMust be half-workers?

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.