We are living in a paper-backed volume of prose.
Be sensible.

Don't ruffle yourself on account of other people.

Don't even trouble to criticize them; it is only a nuisance to yourself.

All this simply points back to my first suggestion: fill up your time with some hobby, cheese-mites or the influenza bacillus, and then you will be quite content to let people be neglected, lonely, and to die.

You will look upon it as an ordinary and natural process." She waved her hand as though to stop him.
"There are days," she said, "when I can't bear to talk with you.