Solitude vivifies; isolation kills |
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The great omission in American life is solitude. . . that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incinerator of the spirit. |
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The whole value of solitude depends upon one's self; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it |
The whole value of solitude depends upon one's self; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it |
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True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. |
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