“The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.”

“The situation is grave: the way we lean over each other, the way years later we emerge: hunchbacked, hooded, with full grown tender things called souls.”

“There is a solitude of space,A solitude of sea,A solitude of death, but theseSociety shall be,Compared with that profounder site,That polar privacy,A Soul admitted to itself:Finite infinity.”

“I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.”

“You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?”

“Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”