And when your sorrow is comforted time soothes all sorrows you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure…
The good society is one in which virtue pays.
It is indeed an opinion strangely prevailing amongst men， that houses， mountains， rivers， and in a word all sensible objects， have an existence， natural or real， distinct from their being perceived by the understanding.
