“Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.”

“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?”

“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”

“I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.”

“There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.”

“I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.”

“I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.”