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

We have really no absent friends.

Dogs are a habit, I think.

All good dialogue perhaps deals with something unprecedented.

...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.

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

... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.