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.

But the old man thought only of his steering and his great tiredness. He had gone out too far and the sharks had beaten him. He knew they would leave him nothing but the stripped skeleton of his great catch.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

"The more you give, the more you get back."