Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I've done the most awful rubbish in order to have somewhere to go in the morning.

False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.

One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.

A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I have to think hard to name an interesting man who does not drink.