The journey is better than the inn.

Wit and humor do not reside in slow minds.

He who's down one day can be up the next$$$ unless he really wants to stay in bed$$$ that is.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases$$$ but enduring as marble to retain.

What is more dangerous than to become a poet? which is$$$ as some say$$$ an incurable and infectious disease.

Never mind what some will say$$$ for then thou wilt never have done. One may as soon tie up the winds$$$ as the tongues of slanderers.

Without intelligence$$$ there can be no humour.

There is no book so bad...that it does not have something good in it.

The miracle happened; one of those quiet moments that clutch the heart$$$ and take more courage than the noisy$$$ excited passages in life.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.