Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

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

The present is an eternal now.

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!

May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!