Life is a series of surprises.
I hate the prostitution of the name of friendship to signify modish and worldly alliances.
When a man meets his make, society begins.
Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.
The efforts which we make to escape from our destiny only serve to lead us into it.
The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture...food for our mind, as well as our body.