Being bored is the price we pay for not being insane.

People who hate solitude have very low standards when it comes to the company they keep.

Solitude is not the only possible parent of boredom: we sometimes find ourselves bored to death while we are with someone, a few people, or even many people.

Some people hate being single so much that they are often the boyfriend or girlfriend of someone who they do not love.

I, unlike the vast majority of people, do not find solitude intolerable. As a matter of fact, I enjoy solitude, so much so that there is no dead or living person whose company I preferred, would have preferred, or prefer over my own.

Among other things, friendship is a mutual fight against solitude and boredom.

Only a fraction of sane people enjoy their own company. The rest endure it.

Mastery generally requires the ability to not only tolerate but also enjoy your own company.

Loneliness tortures many if not most of the elderly more intensely and more frequently than it torments many if not most of us who will never be or have not yet been pushed or pulled into old age.