To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.
May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.
Books which are no books.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.