Like a stranger and an outcast, I move among them not one of their words or looks reaches me any longer. I am dumb for no one understands my speech ah, but they never did understand me! Or does the same fate bear the same burden on its soul? It is terrible to be condemned to silence when one has so much to say […] Was I made for solitude or for a life in which there was no one to whom I could speak? The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.
“You utilitarians love everything useful only as a vehicle for your inclinations.”
—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §174 (edited excerpt)