By all means use some time to be alone.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
The course of Nature is the art of God
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!