Comfort and security do not change a man. Only adversity can do that. We are hallowed and habilitated in difficult times.
It’s the one thing we have in common—we’re all passing away. “Tomorrow you will go away, or I shall, and never shall we see one another again.”
If I do not know who I am, I’ll be exploited by rascals.
The further down the path we go, the quieter it gets. Being waxes, doing wanes.
Beware the man who cries prettily. He’s got an agenda. He wants something.