...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.
August is a wicked month.
I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.
Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.