I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One's enough.

Tis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.

This valley is the only place that comes up to the brag about it, and exceeds it.

Give me wine to wash me clean of the weather-stains of cares

He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, and lives with God.

Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises. 'Tis the vulgar great who come dizened with gold and jewels. Real kings hide away their crowns in their wardrobes, and affect a plain and poor exterior.

People who wash much have a high mind about it, and talk down to those who wash little.