The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
May your beer be laid under an enchantment of surpassing excellence for seven years!
Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.
Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thought of the road tonight. Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet$$$ though you do not see them.
Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in$$$ but you cannot forever fence it out.
He that breaks a thing to find out what it is$$$ has left the path of wisdom.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
The world is indeed full of peril$$$ and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair$$$ and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief$$$ it grows perhaps the greater.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.