We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.
Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?
That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!