What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.