Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.
We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.
Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!