But if we don’t have experience with solitude—and this is often the case today—we start to equate loneliness and solitude. This reflects the impoverishment of our experience. If we don’t know the satisfactions of solitude, we only know the panic of loneliness

There is the great ocean below, and the great sky above, and nothing between me and pure possibility

The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.