Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a hunting For fear of little men

I always get back to the question, is it really necessary that men should consume so much of their bodily and mental energies in the machinery of civilized life? The world seems to me to do much of its toil for that which is not in any sense bread. Again, does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?''

Poor Paddy of all Christian men I thinkOn basest food pours down the vilest drink.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

I was not only hunting for my liberty, but also hunting for my name.

Watkins Glen is a lot faster.