Frienship is eros...without wings
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.