Many dark and sleepless nights have I been a companion for owls, separated from the cheerful society of men, scorched by the summer’s sun, and pinched by the winter’s cold, an instrument ordained to settle the wilderness. But now the scene is changed: peace crowns the sylvan shade.
All I know is that I shall never rest easy until I have gone into the desert alone. Until I have followed some of those trails to wherever they go.
Eagles we see fly alone; and they are but sheep which always herd together.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the Earth are never alone or weary of life.
When you live alone, with nobody to talk to and share anything, it’s quite lonesome. I have millions of people who “love” me and they think it’s love, but it’s not.
The right to be let alone is indeed the beginning of all freedom.
It is far better to be alone than to wish you were.
Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it, merely projections.
It’s like magic. When you live by yourself, all your annoying habits are gone!
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round […]