A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
I love man as my fellow; but his scepter, real, or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage.
Failure is just a temporary setback, not the end of the road.