God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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 present is an eternal now.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.