In solitude all great thoughts are born.

By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear.

I have a house where I go When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go, Where nobody says anything-so There is no one but me.

The great virtue of being alone is that your mind can go its own way.

Fond as we are of our loved ones, there comes at times during their absence an unexplained peace.

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

But understand that I want to remain alone, truly alone, so I can precede my face, my voice, my hell without anyone telling me which is the best path, without anyone laughing at the giant's wings and the dwarf's legs that impede my gait.

The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.