Loneliness (n.) is not having no people around oneself, but being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Loneliness (n.) is not the world's poverty but our inability to love: the world is empty only to him who cannot direct his libido toward things and people and make them alive and beautiful.
Loneliness (n.) is the worst of all fates threatening the venturer: mute, abysmal loneliness in the age he calls his own.
Loneliness (n.) left a drinking, brawling intellectual when he found something that fascinated him: evening after evening alone with his dreams, he became perfectly normal.
Loneliness (n.) cannot be quenched by company: in a society of a thousand members, the thing in you that should live is still alone, untouched, stirring, giving no peace.