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“There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot;  there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the  waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized  dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had  determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.”  ―  F. Scott Fitzgerald ,  This Side of Paradise

“Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.”  ―  F. Scott Fitzgerald ,  This Side of Paradise

“Thus it amounts to the same thing whether one gets drunk alone or is a leader of nations.”  ―  Jean-Paul Sartre ,  Being and Nothingness

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. Henry David Thoreau