Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
The present is an eternal now.
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.