Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it
extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery
of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery
of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
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