"I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better."
"For, in the language of Heraclitus, the virtuous soul is pure and unmixed light, springing from the body as a flash of lightning darts from the cloud. But the soul that is carnal and immersed in sense, like a heavy and dank vapor, can with difficulty be kindled, and caused to raise its eyes heavenward."
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Source: Laconic Apothegms.
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