Books have their destinies.
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe
Sometimes even excellent Homer nods.
We are all gathered to the same fold.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
Don't carry logs into the forest.