A free life cannot acquire many possessions, because this is not easy to do without servility to mobs or monarchs...
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
Heaven and Hell suppose two distinct species of men, the Good and the Bad. But the greatest part of mankind float betwixt vice and virtue.
Can miles truly separate us from friends? If we want to be with someone we love, aren't we already there?
