Perhaps it's a good time to reconsider pleasure at its roots. Changing out of wet shoes and socks, for instance.

The larger the ego, the less the need for other egos around. The more modest, humble, and self-effacing we feel, the more we suffer from solitude, feeling ourselves inadequate company.

No doubt about it, solitude is improved by being voluntary.

A good-looking piece of scenery anywhere delights the eye and elevates the spirits. Some of us, crude creatures that we are, are merely excited; finer souls draw ethical and spiritual nutrients from the sight.

To extract the fullest flavor of our drinking house, we needed to spend serious evening time there, slowly coming to know the bartender and the regulars, their joys and sorrows.

Our Revolution was born and raised in taverns.

Success in war was the only success that counted; failure was a disgrace to be wiped out only by starting another war and winning it.