What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

... he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor out of it. They are a kind of sick people, whose desire for God makes them unsatisfactory citizens of an ordinary life, but whose strength or temperament fails them to surrender the world completely; and present-day society, with its hurried pace and its mechanical and technical structure, offers no home to these unhappy souls.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.