I love not man the less, but Nature more.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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.

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold - in these are sunk - The hopes of all men and of every nation