Wine is bottled poetry.

My idea of man's chief end was to enrich the world with things of beauty, and have a fairly good time myself while doing so.

Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

When we have discovered a continent, or crossed a chain of mountains, it is only to find another ocean or another plain upon the further side. . . . O toiling hands of mortals! O wearied feet, travelling ye know not whither! Soon, soon, it seems to you, you must come forth on some conspicuous hilltop, and but a little way further, against the setting sun, descry the spires of El Dorado. Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

Anyone can carry their burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do their work, however hard, for one day.