The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable.
We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.
One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.