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.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

The monster London laugh at me.

The world's a scene of changes.

Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.

Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.

Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.