“Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.”

“The absence of one we love is not solitude, it is severance.”

“I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd —
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat
Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.”

“In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me.”

“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”

“the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”

“It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”

“Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.”

“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. His auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician.”

“This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.”