phidelta1 - Feed http://quotationsbook.com/ Quotations Book Search <![CDATA[What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24230/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24230/ <![CDATA[Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24224/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24224/