“Ah! two desires toss about
The poet's feverish blood;
One drives him to the world without,
And one to solitude.”

“Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.”

“Solitude gives an I. I that gives solitude. It is in our thoughts, and the one the world gives, in our feelings. Because solitude grows accustomed to seeing, to contemplating; and the world, to acting for itself.”

“This is the thing they don't tell you about being a third wheel - it's not like you're the wheel that's added on. You were one of the original two wheels, but suddenly you're not so important anymore. The relationship drives fine without you.”

“No one need think that the world can be ruled without blood. The civil sword shall and must be red and bloody.”

“Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.”

“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.”

“She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.'
'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?”

“ONAELIA: What sort of poets are there?
POET: Two sorts lady: The great poets and the small poets.
ONAELIA: Great and small! Which do you call the great? The fat ones?”

“The pastor ought to have two voices: one, for gathering the sheep; and another, for warding off and driving away wolves and thieves. The Scripture supplies him with the means of doing both.”