Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.

Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;--for our final and greatest good.

Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.