Solitude (n.) is a boon to one's character in that it makes one tougher towards oneself and tenderer towards others.
Solitude (n.) is inadvisable to the man, as in solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too.
Solitude (n.) is not dependent on the presence or absence of people.
Solitude's (n.) inability for us is represented in the person of the neighbor: we run to our neighbor either looking for ourselves or to loose ourselves.
Solitude (n.) is a virtue with us, as a sublime bent and bias to purity, which divines that in the contact of man and man—"in society"—it must be unavoidably impure.
Solitude (n.) has seven skins which nothing can penetrate.
Solitude (n.) is total with no companion at all — between one and none there lies, as between something and nothing, an infinity; no one who has true friends knows what true solitude is, though the whole world be his enemy.
Solitude (n.) is the modern soul's terror and fear of ghosts: it would rather be hunted, injured and torn to pieces.
Solitude (n.) lets the solitary consume himself; in the crowd, the crowd consumes him. Now choose.
Solitude (n.) is unknown to the timid man: an enemy is always standing behind his chair.
Solitude (n.) is never taught to be endured — no one learns, no one strives after, no one teaches the endurance of solitude: the most universal deficiency of our education.
Solitude (n.) is being alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law — thus a star is flung into desolate space.
Solitude (n.) is one thing, being forsaken another: one is more forsaken among the many than ever alone.
Solitude (n.) grows whatever you bring into it, even the inner beast — so it is ill-advised for many; around saints of the wilderness not only hell broke loose but pigs too.
Solitude (n.) has seven skins; nothing penetrates them any more.
Solitude (n.) has been mine since earliest childhood: a secretiveness even in the most intimate relationships that no kindness can break — I have never found anyone to whom I could talk as I talk to myself.
Solitude (n.) like that of the Ephesian hermit we can intuit only when we are freezing on wild desolate mountains of our own.