Full of gloomy reflections at my loneliness and the poverty-stricken aspect of the whole farm, I sat down, thinking how I could escape from the accursed spot.

Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt so lonely and so out of God's way, As here, where I brush elbows with a thousand every day

Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty

This was one of my earliest observations of men; an experience which has been common to me with thousands of race, the bitterness of which its frequency cannot diminish to any individual who suffers it.

Thinking is like loving or dying. Each of us must do it for ourselves.