Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.

There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.

Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet their only excuse is a want of thought.

A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.

Improvement is nature.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.