The wounds received in battle bestow honor$$$ they do not take it away.

For hope is always born at the same time as love.

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

What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind?

Virtue is persecuted by the wicked more than it is loved by the good.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time$$$ good must now be close at hand.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

There were no embraces$$$ because where there is great love there is often little display of it.

When life itself seems lunatic$$$ who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is$$$ and not as it should be!

The truth may be stretched thin$$$ but it never breaks$$$ and it always surfaces above lies$$$ as oil floats on water.