Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship is like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
Topics: Friendship, Friends and Friendship
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading; it vexes me to choose another guide.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Topics: Thought, Dreams, Ideas