Emotions and Feelings

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

One can acquire everything in solitude except character.

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine which intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine which intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

Solitude is that human situation in which I keep myself company.

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.

To sin by silence when we should protest, Makes cowards of men.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world is the highest applause.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the day-time, and falling into at night.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the day-time, and falling into at night.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.