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

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.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

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