If the East loves infinity, the West delights in boundaries.

The eye of prudence may never shut.

The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.

The soul refuses limits and always affirms an optimism, never a pessimism.

I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room.

'Tis a good rule in every journey to provide some piece of liberal study to rescue the hours which bad weather, bad company, and taverns steal from the best economist.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.