when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.
For still I see that forethought spares afterthought and after-sorrow.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
In any adversity gold can find friends.
Oh, the soul keeps its youth!
Once suspicion is aroused, every thing feeds it.