Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

Generally speaking, if a human being never shows anger, then I think something’s wrong. He’s not right in the brain.

It would be my guess that Madonna is not a very happy woman. From my own experience, having gone through persona changes like that, that kind of clawing need to be the center of attention is not a pleasant place to be.

We can feel joy even while having a bad day, a bad week, or even a bad year!

Hatred is settled anger.

The age in which we live, this non-stop distraction, is making it more impossible for the young generation to ever have the curiosity or discipline… because you need to be alone to find out anything.

Ain’t nothing like a good cry.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

I’ve suffered through depression and anxiety my entire life.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

We are rarely proud when we are alone.

Life is too short for long-term grudges.

Since everything is in our heads, we had better not lose them.

The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.

In a disordered mind, as in a disordered body, soundness of health is impossible.

The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.

After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.

Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.

If I panic, everyone else panics.

Pound’s crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don’t put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

Worry and reasoning are two of Satan’s most successful tools. He’ll get us started with one negative thought and then sit back and watch us finish ourselves off.

Sitting on a bedroom floor crying is something that makes you feel really alone. If someone’s singing about that feeling, you feel bonded to that person. That’s the only way I can find an explanation for why 55,000 people would want to come see me sing.

The concept of loneliness and exile and self-sufficiency continually bucks me up.

Many people, especially young people, would like to be more independent and on their own. But it is very difficult and they suffer from feelings of isolation. I think that is one reason why young readers support my work.

In football, I don’t have a lot of friends. The people who I really trust, there are not many… Most of the time, I’m alone.

The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

To live is to think.

I think I hate cynicism more than anything else. It’s the curse of our age, and I want to avoid it at all costs.

Few are drawn to the person whom others avoid and neglect; people gather around those who have already attracted interest.

The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you’re alone with.

Physical comforts cannot subdue mental suffering, and if we look closely, we can see that those who have many possessions are not necessarily happy. In fact, being wealthy often brings even more anxiety.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

I like to let things breathe.

The best cure for the body is a quiet mind.

Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you’re forced back on your own imagination.

My friends, there are no friends.

It’s very inexpensive to give a compliment.

He who commits injustice is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it.

Whoever is happy will make others happy too.

At school I pretended I had a normal life, but I felt lonely all the time and different from everyone else. I never felt like I fit in, and I wasn’t allowed to participate in after-school activities, go to sports events or parties or date boys. Many times I had to make up stories about why I couldn’t do anything with my classmates.

When the people you love are gone, you’re alone.

Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.

You cannot be creative with people around you.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that’s making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?

By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.

As we dread any disease that undermines the health of the body, so should we deplore contention, which is a corroding canker of the spirit.

One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.

Don’t just let the devil use your mind as a garbage dump.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we’re being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I’m liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That’s what’s insane about it.

If someone decides they’re not going to be happy, it’s not your problem. You don’t have to spend your time and energy trying to cheer up someone who has already decided to stay in a bad mood. Believe it or not, you can actually hurt people by playing into their self-pity.

I have lost my mental faculties but am perfectly well.

Music keeps the heart porous in many ways.

I became a people-watcher when I lost all my friends when I was 12.

I was very depressed when I was 19… I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.

I don’t have time to be lonely. And I get fearful of relationships because I feel guilty about wanting someone to be completely faithful and loyal, when I can’t even give them 10 percent of the attention that they need. It’s just the reality of my time, my life, my schedule.