I'll go.
Good-by.

Ach, it will be so nice to be alone: not to hear you, not to see you, not to smell you, humanity.

I wish you no ill, but wisdom.
Good-by! To be alone with one's own soul.

Not to be alone without my own soul, mind you.

But to be alone with one's own soul! This, and the joy of it, is the real goal of love.