During the longest period of the human past nothing was more terrible than to feel that one stood by oneself. To be alone, to experience things by oneself, neither to obey nor to rule, to be an individual-that was not a pleasure but a punishment; one was sentenced to individuality.

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

It's a terrible thing to look over your shoulder when you are trying to lead-and find no one there.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

Can you imagine how terrible it is when you've got everything and you're still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.