Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.
I am in love with the green earth.
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.