I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature.

I gang my own gait and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties I have never lost an obstinate sense of detachment, of the need for solitude — a feeling which increases with the years.

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.