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.

What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!

Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?

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.

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

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