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
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading; it vexes me to choose another guide.
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