"Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock."
Such a shame to spoil a fine summer evening. What is your idea of a happy life? :)
Such a shame to spoil a fine summer evening. What is your idea of a happy life? :)