The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.