And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us, he will have little time for thought.

His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.

Take care of each other.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards

We consume the carcasses of creatures of like appetites, passions and organs with our own, and fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of pain and fear.