The Journey Is Better Than The Inn".

Valor Lies Just Halfway Between Rashness And Cowardice.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

Tis Ill Talking Of Halters In The House Of A Man That Was Hanged.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.