Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance!

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

We are apt to think it the finest era of the world when America was beginning to be discovered, when a bold sailor, even if he were wrecked, might alight on a new kingdom.

What people do who go into politics I can't think; it drives me almost mad to see mismanagement over only a few hundred acres.

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?