I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

...though one can be callous in Ireland one cannot be wholly opaque or material. An unearthly disturbance works in the spirit; reason can never reconcile one to life; nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.

If a theme or idea is too near the surface, the novel becomes simply a tract illustrating an idea.

People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.