True places are not found on maps.
Faith and philosophy are air, but events are brass.
Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.
Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.
Praise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.
All round and round does the world lie as in a sharp-shooter's ambush, to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth, by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of age.