Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.