No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.