The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.
But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a wilderness.
He who desires solitude is either an animal or a god.
The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.