He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.
When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument.
For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.
I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.
We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.