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 weep 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.
— Franz Kafka