If we can't have world peace, I'll settle for a quiet room.

If I exist, then surely there must be someone else out there like me.

Solitude is the canvas of a thinking mind.

If you can't write, read.If you can't read, walk.Or walk and read, then write.

I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.

There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.

Solitary walks are great for getting new ideas. It's like you're in a video game and you pick up idea coins on the way.

How difficult it is to find solitude in a world that constantly demands your attention.

She's one in a million. And that's why she's lonely.