To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
What hath night to do with sleep?
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.