Our favorites are few; since only what rises from the heart reaches it, being caught and carried on the tongues of men wheresoever love and letters journey.

Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?

One's outlook is a part of his virtue.

A birthday is a good time to begin a new; throwing away the old habits, as you would old clothes, and never putting them again.

Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.

Friendship is a plant that loves the sun, thrives ill under clouds.

Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.