We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: โHe is the one.โ But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.
Vincent Van GoghIf I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.
Vincent Van Gogh