Have I lost my mind? I told myself: 'I am enveloped by unknown things.'

 

I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sounds as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me - afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?

 

- Guy de Maupassant 

I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile.

- Kahlil Gibran

'I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow... 

- Edgar Allan Poe