Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.