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[...] And so, if you will forgive me, my dear Florence, I will use you as an example.

(The entire poem, Dear Love, which Jane wrote for me in December 1973, can be found in Note 3 for the 713th session. [...]

Dear love,

[...] The walls are truly transparent to me though I am not sure I would perform, dear Joseph, and Ruburt, for a party demonstration.

[...] You will have to forgive me but I am not really irritated, dear friends, with this desire for demonstrations. [...]

[...] Now, my dear friend Joseph, it is partially because of this that some paintings, you see, generate strong emotional response, and outlast the artist.

[...] Life seems more dear in your terms, corporeal terms, because of the existence of death. [...]

(Our dear friend, Frank Longwell, who has been a great help to us for many years, visited while I had lunch today; he’s made his first sale of a hearing aid. [...]

[...] Why do I have to leave my dear wife alone in the hospital each night, so that I feel like crying for her when I go to bed by myself in the hill house? [...]

[...] I would dearly love to see the leg begin to relax, to straighten out to at least a degree. [...]

[...] Many in this room have abilities…my dear friend, the Jesuit, whose flippancy does not help him in his dark moments (to Bill) for you are not facing yourself and your abilities. [...]

[...] My dear friends, I wish you a fond good evening; and may I mention briefly that you were right, Joseph; your last experience with psychological time was most significant. [...]

[...] (With amusement:) I am making this point because I want it made plain — this, dear Joseph, is a pun — that when I speak of science on another plane I may not speak of the plain old science that you know.

[...] The very attempt to describe reality in scientific terms, as they are currently understood, pays, my dear friend, undue tribute to a vocabulary that automatically scales down greater concepts to fit its rigors. [...]

The first origin, my dear friends, is constantly reoccurring, but never in the same or exact manner, never in terms of a rehappening or of a record played over and over.

[...] Psychologically, dear friends, you do not. [...]

My heartiest welcome to our dear friends, the Jesuit and the cat lover.

And do you—should I say dear father—

[...] But again, my dear friend, this has been given in these same terms.

(To Florence.) And you did, dear Lady of Florence, make one this evening. [...]

[...] Wednesday at 9. Good night dear friends. [...]

My dear Jesuit, shall I turn my chair around and face you full?

My dear Jesuit friend. [...]

An example, dear friends, is your house.

[...] And now, dear friends, good evening once more.

Yet, I read all of those dire newspaper stories predicting disaster, and (oh yes, dear readers) I watched the daily tragic news events dramatized in living color on our television screen. [...]

[...] Now, my dear friends, this does not apply to dream reality.

[...] The waking consciousness, dear friends, is not the ego. [...]