I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.
Everyone’s alone – or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other. And I’m sure that they don’t. Is that a delusion?
Alone? My best friends are in the barn cellar. It is a very sociable place. Not at all lonely.
All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot!
Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
