“How much better is silence; the cup of coffee, the table. How much better to sit by myself like a solitary sea-bird that open its wings on the stake” – Virginia Woolf (The waves)
Solitude gives birth to the original us. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture in a lonely shore, there is a society none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in it’s roar; I love not people less, but nature more.
Guard well your spare moments, they are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in useful life.