Sunday, 3 July, 1830

A man who prefers living by himself of course has a right to do so, but must never expect to feel or know half the sympathies of his own mind. He can have no pleasant intercourse with the society that surrounds him on every side. His house stands repulsive to the fairest portion of intelligent creation. He must be miserable, be conscious of his defect. I have visited such an individual today and indeed it is a desolate place, devoid of every lonely charm.