solitude

As someone who acutely appreciates his solitude, well put…

We have a certain cultural mistrust of solitude, I think. It is for weirdos and lost souls, spinsters and misfits. But in truth, I can’t tell you what a luxury I think it is to be entitled to it. Most of the time, I want good company, like most people do. But the experience of earned, voluntary aloneness is, among other things, instructive. I don’t think you can really understand how accustomed you are to being scheduled and operating off an internal to-do list at almost all times until you think to yourself, “My goal will be to get to Providence by 4,” and then you think, “Why is there a goal?”

From Linda Holmes, over at NPR.

“The sole cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay home quietly in his room.”
-Pascal

Delicious autumn!

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

― George Eliot, Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841

“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”

-Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2