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.

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

If it's true what is said, that only the wise discover the wise, then it must also be true that the lone wolf symbolizes either the biggest fool on the planet or the biggest Einstein on the planet.

There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.