“True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow”
“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”
“The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.”
“Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.”
“There was snow on the veranda, and on his orders the snow had not been removed. If there were no tracks in the snow, it meant that no one had approached. And as usual, the sight of the untouched snow soothed him”
“And here, shipmates, is true and faithful repentance; not clamorous for pardon, but grateful for punishment.”