But in the end in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone that one lives at the heart of a solitude.

Solitude though it may be silent as light is like light the mightiest of agencies for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

Solitude is strength to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.

I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.

Look if I were alone in the world I would have the right to choose despair solitude and self-fulfillment. But I am not alone.

God created man and finding him not sufficiently alone gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.

Then stirs the feeling infinite so felt In solitude where we are least alone.

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.

Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.