Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.
Thus when we fondly flatter our desires, Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars.
All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own.
With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.
It is your virtue, being men, to try; And it is ours, by virtue to deny.
Must, bid the Morn awake! Sad Winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate; This day's Saint Valentine's. For that good bishop's sake Get up and let us see What beauty it shall be That Fortune us assigns.
To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.
Without his mate to share his life, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was npt even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly alive
The thing you hate about yourself tends to be the thing that everyone likes about you.
Well, who is more likely to volunteer to take a job in a bureaucracy that has little to recommend it except that it gives you the power to use government force to control the lives of others? A dispassionate scientist or a zealot? In government, the zealots eventually take over.