To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.