Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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.
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.