The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude. – Voltaire

I see nothing for you on this earth but that field which I once christened Briars; go out upon that, build yourself a hut, and there begin the grand process of devouring yourself alive. I see no alternative, no other hope for you. – William Ellery Channing

What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it — like a secret vice. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh

In solitude, where we are least alone. – George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage