Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.