I love not man the less, but Nature more.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.