Life Itself Is ... A Sleep Within

When A Man Meets His Make, Society Begins.

Let A Man Behave In His Own House As A Guest.

I Hate The Prostitution Of The Name Of Friendship To Signify Modish And Worldly Alliances.

Without The Great Arts Which Speak To The Sense Of Beauty, A Man Seems To Me A Poor, Naked, Shivering Creature. These Are His Becoming Draperies, Which Warm And Adorn Him.

My Doom And My Strength Is To Be Solitary.