The road to the inn is much better than the stay.
The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.
They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.
Great expectations are better than a poor possession.
Since we have a good loaf, let us not look for cheesecakes.
Too much sanity may be madness!