When from our better selves we have too long been  parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its  pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.  
-William Wordsworth

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.

-William Wordsworth