So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

There Is Something Pagan In Me That I Cannot Shake Off. In Short, I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.