If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

Misery loves company.

Misery loves company. There's a lot to that.

Misery loves company. This is a Hollywood soap opera, and I'm not going to be a star in another Bryant soap opera.

I didn't figure things out, either, you know. So if you'e an idiot, I guess that makes two of us."

He seems relieved to hear me say that. I guess idiots love company.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone, I never found the companionable as solitude.