The best of life is conversation.
Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.
Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.
The horseman serves the horse, The neat-herd serves the neat, The merchant serves the purse, The eater serves his meat; 'Tis the day of the chattel, Web to weave, and corn to grind, Things are in the saddle, And ride mankind.
He takes men out of time and makes them feel eternity.
All my hurts my garden spade can heal.