This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Good but rarely came from good advice.
In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee