“In solitude, where we are least alone.”

“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”

“I am ashes where once I was fire...”

“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.”

“I am at length joined to Bologna, where I am settled like a sausage.”

“That which would not yield, nor could forget,Which, when it least appear'd to melt,Intensely thought, intensely felt:The deepest ice which ever frozeCan only o'er the surface close;The living stream lies quick below,And flows--and cannot cease to flow.”

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more”