endeth, there beginneth the market-place; and where the market-place beginneth, there beginneth also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies.
Now in your last one, on solitude
, you haven't said anything very interesting, and you've made it too common and every-day to sound well.
What flippant Frenchman was it who said in allusion to the well-known work of Zimmerman, that, "la solitude
est une belle chose; mais il faut quelqu'un pour vous dire que la solitude
est une belle chose?" The epigram cannot be gainsayed; but the necessity is a thing that does not exist.
It is solitude
, for birds and squirrels on the shore and fishes in the water are all the creatures that are near to make it otherwise, but it is not the sort of solitude
to make one dreary.
Now this solitude
was peopled with his thoughts, the night lighted up by his illusions, and the silence animated by his anticipations.
Interrogated in her turn, the young girl replied calmly: "Where could we work better than in this solitude
?" For Mademoiselle Stangerson had already begun to collaborate with her father in his work.
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude
. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.
I was born free, and that I might live in freedom I chose the solitude
of the fields; in the trees of the mountains I find society, the clear waters of the brooks are my mirrors, and to the trees and waters I make known my thoughts and charms.
He knows well how necessary solitude
is to me if once I take the brush between my fingers - solitude
natural and entire, I mean.
I may be absent a month or two; but do not interfere with my motions, I entreat you; leave me to peace and solitude
for a short time; and when I return, I hope it will be with a lighter heart, more congenial to your own temper.
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude
; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude
! It writhes !