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

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.

Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.

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

Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.