To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

It is so easy at times for a lonely individual to begin fantasizing about what the people outside are saying about him and, in result, irrationally and fearfully, and sometimes angrily, fancy himself a villain.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

A lonely day is God's way of saying that he wants to spend some quality time with you.

Companionship is a foreign concept to some people. They fear it as much as the majority of people fear loneliness.

How is it that some celebrities, whom the average person would believe to have all the popularity a human being could want, still admit to feeling lonely? It is quite naive to assume that popularity is the remedy for loneliness. Loneliness does not necessarily equal physical solitude, it is the inability to be oneself and rightfully represented as oneself.

Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.