A life without a lonely place, that is, without a quiet center, becomes destructive.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not.
In cities no one is quiet but many are lonely; in the country, people are quiet but few are lonely.
Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
Lonely women destroy themselves; lonely men threaten the world.
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.