Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!