Wine is bottled poetry.
There is no music like a little river's . . . It takes the mind out-of-doors . . . and . . . it quiets a man down like saying his prayers.
To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.
It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.
To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.