Some things become so completely our own that we forget them. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

Each one of us is alone in the world… We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, 1919

A criminal becomes a popular figure because he unburdens in no small degree the consciences of his fellow man, for now they know once more where evil is to be found. – Carl G. Jung

I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being. – Hāfez