The bloom of Monticello is chilled by my solitude.
(Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), U.S. president. Letter, March 27, 1797, to his daughter, Martha Jefferson Randolph. The Family Letters of Thomas Jefferson, p. 142, eds. E.M. Betts and J.A. Bear, Jr. (1966).)
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden, "Solitude," (1854).
Yet, in his journal, Thoreau noted, "It would give me such joy to know that a friend had come to see me, and yet that pleasure I seldom if ever experience." (Dec. 23, 1851).)