Every man alone is sincere. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Opened a new book today and in the first few pages, I found these lines….
In the lowlands I have no comrade, not even the lone man’s
friend—
Her who suffereth long and is kind; accepts what he is too weak
to mend:
Down there they are dubious and askance; there nobody
thinks as I,
But the mind-chains do not clank where one’s next neighbor is
the sky.
—From Wessex Heights by Thomas Hardy
