“Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.”

“How happy he, who free from careThe rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air,In his own grounds”

“The real opposition is that between the ego-bound man, whose existence is structured by the principle of having, and the free man, who has overcome his egocentricity.”

“Man is the artificer of his own happiness.”

“Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.”

“PatriotismBreathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native land!' Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'dFrom wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.”