He who is sorrowful can force himself to smile, but he who is glad cannot weep.

There is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.

What is so certain of victory as patience?

For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.

He who is sorrowful can force himself to smile, but he who is glad cannot weep.

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.

More die in flight than in battle.