The world's a scene of changes.

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

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

The present is an eternal now.