Leaves are light, and useless, and idle, and
wavering, and changeable; they even dance; and yet God in his wisdom has made them a part of oaks. And in so doing he has given us a lesson,
not to deny the stout-heartedness within
because we see the lightsomeness without.
~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles
Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
A man is rich in proportion to the number of
things he can afford to let alone.
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal
wounds that have not healed.
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