O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Solitude begets whimsies.
O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.
Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness.
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
Solitude is better than the society of evil persons.
Sage is cleansing and sacred.
Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.
To be exempt from the Passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing Solitude.
No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.
This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.