A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the old angler's face to a fish.
The rapturuous, wild, and ineffable pleasure of drinking at somebody else's expense
I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.
Colors are the smiles of nature.
The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.
No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.