Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
The monster London laugh at me.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.