The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
The profoundest distances are never geographical.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.
You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be. One day you will know what that means, perhaps. And you will smile. Not against me. But with me.