Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream. - The Man in read more

Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream. - The Man in the Water, 1994.

I want to be left alone.

I want to be left alone.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.

To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor read more

To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain. - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818.

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.

Silence is one great art of conversation.

Silence is one great art of conversation.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in read more

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in a Garden.

How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.

How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.