Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.
I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.
There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.
Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.