I want to be alone with my thought.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.