“A sense of utter loneliness—loneliness inevitable, crushing, eternal, the loneliness of existence, encompassed by the infinite void of unconsciousness—enfolded him as a pall. Life lay like an incubus on his bosom. He shuddered at the thought that death might overlook him, and deny him its refuge.”

“He was Himself forsaken that none of His children might ever need to utter His cry of loneliness.”

“And the eternal paradox of it is that if a man is to know the triumphant labor of creation, he must for long periods resign himself to loneliness, and suffer loneliness to rob him of the health, the confidence, the belief and joy which are essential to creative work.”

“Desire was only another weapon, like hunger, loneliness, and cold arrayed against him by his tormentors”

“Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.”

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

“How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.”

“And thus the soul pities God and feels itself pitied by him; loves Him and feels loved by Him, sheltering its misery in the bosom of the eternal and infinite misery, which, in eternalizing itself and infinitizing itself, is the supreme happiness itself.”

“The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness.”

“In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.”