Solitude (n.) cannot make a man wicked: whoever is determined to remain alone can do no harm to anybody.
Solitude (n.) never wearied Rousseau, even in complete idleness: his imagination filled up every void.
Solitude (n.) that looks misanthropic may come from a heart too affectionate, which, finding no one like itself, must content itself with fictions.
Solitude (n.) is fatal to those who bring memories into it and wholesome to those who never left: remembered ideas people it with images more seductive than the things themselves.
Solitude (n.) on the road is a building site for dreams: when anyone offered him a seat in a carriage or spoke to him, the fortune he had built while walking collapsed.
Solitude (n.) can be lived by the good alone: a distinguished author reserves it for the wicked, yet if the wicked were alone, what evil would he do?