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Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude. read more
Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude. - Essays and Soliloquies, 1924.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.
In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor read more
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain. - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818.
