Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.

Life yields only to the conqueror.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.