The way of the world is to make laws, but follow custom.
Though the ancient poet in Plutarch tells us we must not trouble the gods with our affairs because they take no heed of our angers and disputes, we can never enough decry the disorderly sallies of our minds.
The beautiful souls are they that are unniversal, open, and ready for all things.
I would rather let affairs break their neck than twist my faith for the sake of them.
Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.