The field cannot be well seen from within the field. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: IX. Circles (1841)
Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer. — Clarice Lispector, from “The Gift,” Selected Crônicas. (New Directions, November 17, 1996)
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it. — Franz Kafka, Dearest Father: Stories And Other Writings. Translation by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Schocken Books; 1st edition (1954)
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. — Henry David Thoreau, Walden. (Princeton University Press; 150th Anniversary edition with a New introduction by John Updike edition April 18, 2004) Originally published 1854.
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. — Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies. (Chatto & Windus; Collected ed edition, December 1949) Originally published 1927.
The mission of Everyman is to fulfill the lies he incarnates, to succeed in being no more than an exhaust illusion. — Emil Cioran, Anathemas and Admirations. (Arcade Pub; 1st English language ed edition, May 1991) Originally published 1987.
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden. (Princeton University Press; 150th Anniversary edition with a New introduction by John Updike edition April 18, 2004) Originally published 1854.