Solitude is sometimes best society.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Believe and be confirmed.
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.
Hell has no benefits, only torture.