Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Life is an incurable disease.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.