Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.