Кто жил и мыслил, тот не может В душе не презирать людей; - Alexander Pushkin

Thus people — so it seems to me — Become good friends from sheer ennui.

I was born for the peaceful life,
for rural quiet:
the lyre's voice in the wild is more resounding,
creative dreams are more alive.
To harmless leisures consecrated,
I wander by a wasteful lake
and far niente is my rule.
By every morn I am awakened
unto sweet mollitude and freedom;
little I read, a lot I sleep,
fugitive fame do not pursue.
Was it not thus in former years,
that I spent in inaction, in the shade,
my happiest days?

We live without power of law, like flocks of ravens
they come and sweep over the land.