We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Though the dungeon, the scourge and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

Sweet it is when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

Pleasant it is when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation, not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.