We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important.
You must change your life.
Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.
Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dry leaves are blowing.
More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.
Love the questions, themselves.