Havamal

I was once young, I was journeying alone, and lost my way; rich I thought myself, when I met another. Man is the joy of man.

Ungr var ek forðum fór ek einn saman þá varð ek villr vega auðigr þóttumk er ek annan fann maðr er manns gaman

Havamal: 47, Gestaþáttr