All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

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!

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.