Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief read more

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!

I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant read more

I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.

To be adult is to be alone.

To be adult is to be alone.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

I've got everything I need except a man. And I'm not one of those women who thinks a man is read more

I've got everything I need except a man. And I'm not one of those women who thinks a man is the answer to everything, but I'm tired of being alone.

It's so lonely when you don't even know yourself.

It's so lonely when you don't even know yourself.

Be good and you will be lonely.

Be good and you will be lonely.

I like to enjoy myself, but rest assured that I can be as serious as anyone else can.

I like to enjoy myself, but rest assured that I can be as serious as anyone else can.