Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.

Our taste is too delicate and particular. It says nay to the poet's work, but never yea to his hope.

That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another s. We see so much only as we possess.

It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God.

Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys.

What the first philosopher taught the last will have to repeat.