Silences can be as different as sounds.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
... artists were intended to be an ornament to society. As a society in themselves they are unthinkable.
Characters are not created by writers. They pre-exist and have to be found.
Makes of men date, like makes of car.
One can suffer a convulsion of one's entire nature, and, unless it makes some noise, no one notices. It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.