There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene nor never shall bee.

all my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something.

For whom he means to make an often guest, One dish shall serve; and welcome make the rest.

What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?

Seldom if ever was knowledge given to keep, but always to impart. The grace of this rich jewel is lost in concealment.

Nothing fools people as much as extreme passion.