In solitude, where we are least alone.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.