Walk groundly, talk profoundly, drink roundly, sleep soundly

We are not hypocrites in our sleep

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.

Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, Although they come and go by day, Are like the smith's bellows: They take breath but are not alive.

I should like to spend the whole of my life in traveling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home.

You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world