God made the country, and man made the town.
...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die