What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.
Child,' said the Lion, 'I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.
If there ever was a time that nothing existed, then nothing would exist now
I am suffering incessant temptations to uncharitable thoughts at present; one of those black moods in which nearly all one's friends seem to be selfish or even false. And how terrible that there should be even a kind of pleasure in thinking evil.
One of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to facts.
The unhistorical are usually, without knowing it, enslaved to a fairly recent past.