Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. - The Labyrinth of Solitude, 1950.

When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan. - Pale Fire, 1962.

To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain. - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818.

A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in a Garden.