But in truth, neither the lonely meditations of the hermit nor the tumults raptures of the reseller, are capable of satisfying man’s heart. From the one we gather unquiet speculation, from the other satiety. The mind flags beneath the weight of thought, and droops in the heartless intercourse of those whose sole aim is amusement. There is no fruition in their vacant kindness, and sharp rock our beneath the smiling ripples of these shallow waters.