This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.