I have lately got back to that glorious society called Solitude, where we meet our friends continually, and can imagine the outside world also to be peopled. Yet some of my acquaintance would fain hustle me into the almshouse for the sake of society, as if I were pining for that diet, when I seem to myself a most befriended man, and find constant employment. However, they do not believe a word I say.

Why do you ever mend your clothes, unless that, wearing them, you may mend your ways. Let us sing.

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about creating yourself. So live the life you imagined.

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent.

There is a certain perfection in accident which we never consciously attain.

Nature is an admirable schoolmistress.