But only that soul can be my friend which I encounter on the line of my own march, that soul to which I do not decline, and which does not decline me, but, native of the same celestial latitude, repeats in its own all my experience.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWe fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history.
Ralph Waldo Emerson