Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man's, into the world, as it is God's.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.