"We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone, we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to hell. For me, you were, along with much else, also like a window through which I could see the streets. I could not do that by myself, for tall though I am, I do not yet reach to the windowsill.
Franz Kafka, Letter to Oskar Pollak (via beautifulordinaire)"