However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.