Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel --or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.

Summary

This quote suggests that even in the presence of the most exquisite surroundings and alluring pleasures, true happiness and contentment can only be found in solitude. The speaker implies that no matter how attractive and tempting external circumstances may be, the inner peace and tranquility experienced in one's own company surpasses any material extravagance. The quote celebrates the beauty and greatness of solitude, emphasizing the sense of sublime ecstasy that can be achieved when one is alone and at peace with themselves.

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