Let me have my own way in exactly everything and a sunnier and pleasanter creature does not exist.
True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall.
A man's perfection is his work.
Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words.
Properly speaking, all true work is religion.
Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.