Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.