Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
His time's forever, everywhere his place.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.