Friendship Demands Attention.

Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

Because The Soul Has Such Deep Roots In Personal And Social Life And Its Values Run So Contrary To Modern Concerns, Caring For The Soul May Well Turn Out To Be A Radical Act, A Challenge To Accepted Norms.

The Times Are Never So Bad But That A Good Man Can Make Shift To Live In Them.

I Would Uphold The Law If For No Other Reason But To Protect Myself.