We of the craft are all crazy.
I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!
Frienship is eros...without wings
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship