To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.

Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.

A simple life is its own reward.

All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.

Sanity is madness put to good use.

Heaven is to be at peace with things.

Animals are born and bred in litters. Solitude grows blessed and peaceful only in old age.