Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
The present is an eternal now.
Life is an incurable disease.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.