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“Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern’dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix’d, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.”

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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope, an English poet, was born on May 21, 1688, and died on May 30, 1744. He is renowned for his wit, satire, and elegant poetry, with his most famous works including 'An Essay on Criticism' and 'The Moral Essays'. Pope's works have had a profound impact on literature and philosophy, both in his time and today. more

“Solitude is dangerous to reason, without being favourable to virtue: pleasures of some sort are necessary to the intellectual as to the corporeal health; and those who resist gaiety, will be likely for the most part to fall a sacrifice to appetite; for the solicitations of sense are always at hand, and a dram to a vacant and solitary person is a speedy and seducing relief. Remember that the solitary mind is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad: the mind stagnates for want of employment, grows morbid, and is extinguished like a candle in foul air.”

Solitude

Book:Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. during the last twenty years of his life

Source: Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. during the last twenty years of his life

“Wives, children, and goods must be had, and especially health, by him that can get it; but we are not so to set our hearts upon them that our happiness must have its dependence upon them; we must reserve a backshop, wholly our own and entirely free, wherein to settle our true liberty, our principal solitude and retreat. And in this we must for the most part entertain ourselves with ourselves, and so privately that no exotic knowledge or communication be admitted there; there to laugh and to talk, as if without wife, children, goods, train, or attendance, to the end that when it shall so fall out that we must lose any or all of these, it may be no new thing to be without them. We have a mind pliable in itself, that will be company; that has wherewithal to attack and to defend, to receive and to give: let us not then fear in this solitude to languish under an uncomfortable vacuity.”

Solitude Montaigne

Book:The Essays of Michael De Montaigne, Vol. 2 of 3 (Classic Reprint): Translated Into English, With Very Considerable Amendments and Improvements From the Most Accurate French Edition of Peter Coste

Source: The Essays of Michael De Montaigne, Vol. 2 of 3 (Classic Reprint): Translated Into English, With Very Considerable Amendments and Improvements From the Most Accurate French Edition of Peter Coste

“Dost Bir gece habersiz bize gel Merdivenler gıcırdamasın Öyle yorgunum ki hiç sorma Sen halimden anlarsın Sabahlara kadar oturup konuşalım Kimse duymasın Mavi bir gökyüzümüz olsun kanatlarımız Dokunarak uçalım. insanlardan buz gibi soğudum, işte yalnız sen varsın Öyle halsizim ki hiç sorma Anlarsın.”

Solitude

Author:Cahit Külebi

“Sometimes she wants to drift away like ocean waves and sometimes she wants to stay still like a river, wrapped in solitude.”

Solitude Ocean Waves Wrapped

Author:Nitya Prakash

“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”

War Age Death Fighting Youth Old Age

Author:Herbert Hoover

“Tant que mes jambes me permettent de fuir, tant que mes bras me permettent de combattre, tant que l'expérience que j'ai du monde me permet de savoir ce que je peux craindre ou désirer, nulle crainte : je puis agir. Mais lorsque le monde des hommes me contraint à observer ses lois, lorsque mon désir brise son front contre le monde des interdits, lorsque mes mains et mes jambes se trouvent emprisonnées dans les fers implacables des préjugés et des cultures, alors je frissonne, je gémis et je pleure. Espace, je t'ai perdu et je rentre en moi-même. Je m'enferme au faite de mon clocher où, la tête dans les nuages, je fabrique l'art, la science et la folie.”

Fantasy Solitude Folly Escapism

Book:Éloge de la fuite