- He who lacketh the power to rage, damneth silently and rotteth his own heart.
- No wisdom is a useful thing save it hath a pair of hands that are fit for working.
- Mind is a brat sitting beside the knee of wisdom, and
may not speak truly, for it hath not learned.
- I could doubt God save that I doubted man.
- Man loses the zest of the game in the sorting of the discuses.
- "If" is as the instant of waking, the blotter of all dreams.
- Dost thou present a briared path, then the babe shall become scratched.
- Ye may not come unto the mart unless ye trudge the way.
- Mourning is the decking of self.
- No beggar is so blind as he who hath love's fingers on his eyes.
- Wise men lisp learning; fools shout folly.
- The goose knoweth where the bin leaketh.
