We are all of us the worse for too much solitude. A man who shuts himself up from the world falls into an exaggerated estimate of his own importance, and loses the power of measuring himself by his fellows.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of self; the only escape is through love and beauty and truth.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in our thoughts. We think too much and feel too little. Silence has become rather uncommon, and these days, even loneliness is a luxury we can't afford.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of self, said the Trappist abbot; we must learn to like the company.