“If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.”
“He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.”
“if a man would make his world large, he must be always making himself small.”
“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.”
“He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.”
“His ambition was to insert his dreams into the world, and if they were the wrong dreams, then he would dream them in solitude.”