O sweet solitude! I have known the charms with which you intoxicate your lovers. Woe betide the man who cannot go a single day in his life without feeling the torments of boredom, and who prefers, if need be, to converse with idiots rather than with himself!
— Xavier de Maistre, A Nocturnal Expedition Around My Room (1825) (Andrew Brown, trans.).

You see children playing the harpsichord like great maestros; but you have never seen a good painter who was only twelve years old. Painting requires, as well as taste and sentiment, a thinking head, which musicians can manage without. Every day you can see men without heads and without hearts drawing ravishing sounds from a violin or a harp.
— Xavier de Maistre, A Journey Around My Room (1794) (Andrew Brown, trans.).

No, my friend has not entered non-being; whatever the barrier that separates me from him, I will see him again. — It is not on a syllogism that I found my hope. — The flight of an insect through the air is enough to persuade me; and often the sight of the countryside, the perfume in the air, and a certain mysterious charm shed all around me, so elevate my thoughts that an invincible proof of immortality forces its way into my heart and occupies it wholly.
— Xavier de Maistre, A Journey Around My Room (1794) (Andrew Brown, trans.).