The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
- Job 27:18
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust. Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.
- John Keats
Loneliness is no respecter of persons. It invades the palace as well as the hut.