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.

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

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.

The world's a scene of changes.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.