We come to our own and would make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise. We can never part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet. It is firm water: it is cold flame: what health, what affinity!
Ralph Waldo EmersonNothing can work damage to me except myself; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me and never am a real sufferer except by my own fault.
Ralph Waldo Emerson