Solitary.

Eternally living waters move along the old aqueducts into the great town and dance in the numerous squares over white stone bowls and display themselves in broad capacious basins and murmur by day and increase their murmuring in the night, which here is great and starry and soft with winds. And gardens are here, unforgettable avenues and flights of stairs, stairs devised by Michelangelo, stairs which are built after the pattern of downward gliding waters, -- broad in their descent, bringing forth step from step as if they were waves. Through impressions like these you come to yourself, win your way back from the pretentious manifold which talks and chatters there, and you learn slowly to recognize the very few things in which something eternal endures that you can love, and something solitary in which you can gently share.

- Rainer Maria Rilke