She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. >>
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of th >>
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. >>
If you are afraid of being lonely, don't try to be right. >>
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires. >>
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. >>
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.