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

People who smile while they are alone used to be called insane, until we invented smartphones and social media.

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.

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.

Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.