He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.

For death is gain to him whose life, like mine, is full of misery

He knew that loneliness was poisoning him, so that he grew viler as well as more unhappy.

He felt old and miserable, going through life trying to peddle a personality of which people would not even accept a free sample.

"I am the most miserable person who ever lived," he said... "You are young, and in love," said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived."

And so he mourned as he moved about the world, deserted and alone, lamenting his unhappiness day and night, until death's flood brimmed up in his heart.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.

Un des moments les plus pénibles de sa vie était celui où, chaque matin, en s'éveillant, il s'apprenait son malheur.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him. He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed him.

He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice’s loneliness: it increased.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.