Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

Think... of the world you carry within you.

I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each shall stand guard over the solitude of the other. For, if it lies in the nature of indifference and of the crowd to recognize no solitude, then love and friendship are there for the purpose of continually providing the opportunity for solitude. And only those are the true sharings which rhythmically interrupt periods of deep isolation.

Wishes are recollections coming from the future.