People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

A duty dodged is like a debt unpaid; it is only deferred, and we must come back and settle the account at last.

We can not tell what may happen to you in the strange medley of life. But we can decide what happens to us, how we take it, what we do with it, and that is what really counts in the end.

Who knows what true loneliness is -- not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

We live as we dream--alone....