“But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.”
“Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.”
“I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.”
“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”
“Never forget that solitude is my lot ... I implore those who love me to love my solitude."(Letter to Mimi Romanelli, May 11, 1910)”
“I owe my solitude to other people.”