I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
Henry David Thoreau · Walden
Nature & seasons
“I never found the companion that was so companionable as…”
- Author
- Henry David Thoreau
- Work
- Walden
- Year
- 1854
- Length
- 11 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #205
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