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The Paradox Of Friendship Is That It Is Both The Strongest Thing In The World And The Most Fragile. Wild Horses Cannot Separate Friends, But Whining Words Can. A Man Will Lay Down His Life For His Friend But Will Not Sacrifice His Eardrums.

This Is A Lesson Mankind Has Not Yet Learned. We Identify, And Stratify, And Treat Persons Largely On The Basis Of Their Accidental (physical) Characteristics, Which Have No Deeper Meaning.

Usually, If We Hate, It Is The Shadow Of The Person That We Hate, Rather Than The Substance. We May Hate A Person Because He Reminds Us Of Someone We Feared And Disliked When Younger; Or Because We See In Him Some Gross Caricature Of What We Find Repugnant In Ourself; Or Because He Symbolizes An Attitude That Seems To Threaten Us.

Many Married Couples Separate Because They Quarrel Incessantly, But Just As Many Separate Because They Were Never Honest Enough Or Courageous Enough To Quarrel When They Should Have.

Life Is, If Anything, The Art Of Combination. Of Discrimination. Of Freely Picking One's Own Personal Pattern Out Of A Hundred Choices. Not Letting It Be Picked For You—either By The Establishment, Or By The Rebels. Conformity Of Hip Is No Better Than Conformity Of Square.