On this account, nothing is more dangerous than solitude: there our imagination, always disposed to rise, taking a new flight on the wings of fancy, pictures to us a chain of beings of whom we seem the most inferior.

因此，没有什么比孤独更危险的了：在那里，我们的想象力， 总是准备起飞， 乘着幻想的翅膀进行新的飞行，向我们描绘出一连串的存在， 我们似乎是最卑微的。