solitude

For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Sometimes during solitude I hear truth spoken with clarity and freshness; uncolored and untranslated it speaks from within myself in a language original but inarticulate, heard only with the soul, and I realize I brought it with me, was never taught it nor can I efficiently teach it to another.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

Where now is Britain? . . . . . . Even as the savage sits upon the stone That marks where stood her capitols, and hears The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks From the dismaying solitude.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone, I never found the companionable as solitude.