Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?

The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.

Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.

Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person whatever he says has an enhanced value.

No man is a hero to his valet. [Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]