Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!