As we are poetical in our natures, so we delight in fable.
Literature, like nobility, runs in the blood.
A wise traveler never despises his own country.
The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination.
If our hours were all serene, we might probably take almost as little note of them as the dial does of those that are clouded.
The fear of approaching death, which in youth we imagine must cause inquietude to the aged, is very seldom the source of much uneasiness.