Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion:

I Have Been Young And Am Now Old, And Have Not Yet Known An Untruthful Man To Come To A Good End.

Some Men, Like Modern Shops, Hang Everything In Their Show Windows; When One Goes Inside, Nothing Is To Be Found.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

Imagination Is The Mightiest Despot.