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.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.

Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

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.